This was a piece painted over the summer during my job as a camp counselour at YMCA Camp Piomingo. Many things going on here.

Piercing and tired green eyes that have many stories to tell. The trees the eyes miss oh so very much. A cigarette. But in what mouth? Is it the artist? Is it our tired green eyed friend? The outline of a woman with flowing hair above the eyes. Manifesting like a thought. Roots from a bizzare dream that I told this green eyed being. How they burrowed into my hand, into my wrists and entire arm. Then out protrudes long painful thorns.

This piece was unexpctedly named by campers in my unit.