GULLIVAN
It‘s nights like this, when he can‘t find any rest and the voices in his head become too loud, that Gullivan goes down to the beach.
There the accusing voices are drowned out by the sound of the waves and the wind. He buries his feet in the still warm sand, closes his eyes, breathes in the salty air and listens for that quiet voice that‘s been whispering to him and guiding him throughout all of his life. Then his fears disappear.
Ink on Paper, 40cm x 50cm
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