The Asylum, 48″ X 36″ ‚ acrylics on canvas

The frigid wind blew across my face like an incessant, aqueous current, as I attempted to prevent the scarf around my head from unraveling.

Large drops of rain whirled from the heavens.

The helpless boughs of the trees were pounded by the rhythm of the relentless wind.

All was somber.

Then, like a mythical steeple-it captured my eye and captivated my desire.

Its spirit remained tenacious against the fury.

The energy that illuminated from it was a beacon of artistry where the magician dwelled.

A nucleus of euphoria it was.

It was The Asylum that warmed my heart…