by in Oil Size: 50”x50” See more detail on instagram @emilyfischerfieldMedium: Oil on canvas with small internal and external sculpture

Seed Throwing Joy Screaming Momentum

We are out of time. So it is.. Such unharnessed power.. There are no gold eggs Inside the bloody goose. But now it is too late. Love has dissolved over its thin line...
Breathe with the Tides. Currents reverse and winds change... all the time.
...So maybe I will tickle you next time you swing low, near me, Sweet Chariot. I could gobble you up, I love you so much. We can't stop the freight, The past, The momentum. But we can fall into a pile of singing, giggles and pink bruises. And be happy.