The Black Horse that Never Was

🚧WORK IN PROGRESS🚧

Oil on canvas 24x36”.

“You see, some people are born with a piece of night inside, and that hollow place can never be filled - not with all the sunshine in the world.
That emptiness cannot be banished, and so some days when we wake with the feeling of the wind blowing through, we must simply endure.”- LB The Language of Thorns

No butterflies on this one 🖤