When the Past Plays the Tune
Acrylic on Panel (sold)
The older man (writer, Marc Estrin) has his smaller youthful self rising from his own head. The young man holds a cello. The bow attaches to strings which control the older man's eyelids.
I meant nothing more harmful in this than the fact that what we see and how we see it is colored by who we were when we were young. But it looks diabolic.
On the right side, an overladen bookshelf has cracked in half to reveal the city.
Buildings rise in a pillar pushing aside a rural Vermont landscape.
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