
“Snow Moon” by Allan Harbour.
No wonder they set out to find the Savior of the world. They’d seen him in action.
. . . the staunch shiny star that refuses to fall from its perch.
Here there is flesh to spare, but never enough blood.
He mounts Ego. That winged ass.
The sky is indigo and indignant.
Everything comes to the river at some stage.
Done in oils. “Luna Blue” by Allan Harbour.