When sunk down
In the abyss, avoid the depts,
avoid, the crackin.
Swim to the Noas.
“A miracle in real life was far too slow. Prayer was always an option.
Crouched and focused, working words into feelings,
feelings into words, I would ask for rain. Walking home,
I battled with an air of ruin. The dust, the trees.
Each breath filled with the sound of water.”
Source: Naos in the Country” by Jose Angel Araguz
Gathered boxing and faces, bordered with 1/2” flange.
21” W x 13” H x 7” D