Saturday, May 28, 2011

Fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of Barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
As we walked the fields of gold.
- Sting, Fields of gold.

25cm X 75 cm
Acrylic painting on canvas

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