Cinque Terre. For the clever north wind, she blows.
Speaking of towns that look like a well used box of crayons,
fields of red poppies and wide expanses of shimmering aquamarine.
For the passport, she cries, to be stamped black & blue.
Cinque Terre, 2013
20x30in | Mixed Media on Paper | INR 40,000 | Sold
April 22, 2013