Pluto's dream is infinite loneliness. It is far, and it is cold. In the cold space and time there's this stubborn existence: I am here to be, as the god of the underworld. Darkness and frozen ground are my familiar home. In the long length of history, not just past but the future as well, forgiveness has been long forgotten.
Maybe, deep in the deepest heart, there's still some golden goodness remains?...
Acrylic on rice paper mounted on paper. 16 x 15 in.Purchase this piece on Saatchi