Centre Spirit
Marisa Avano
Acrylic on stretched canvas
910 x 1220 mm
Uluru - Your silent voice is the wind rustling through the trees below. Your orange face, lined with crevices of age, is speckled with bushes and trees that hang to your wind-swept surface. Brown stripes cascade down your face where waterfalls of your tears once fell. The blue sky and hot sun set a backdrop to your presence.
What secrets do you hold? What stories could you tell? A bird sings and interrupts your silence.
Marisa Avano
Acrylic on stretched canvas
910 x 1220 mm
Uluru - Your silent voice is the wind rustling through the trees below. Your orange face, lined with crevices of age, is speckled with bushes and trees that hang to your wind-swept surface. Brown stripes cascade down your face where waterfalls of your tears once fell. The blue sky and hot sun set a backdrop to your presence.
What secrets do you hold? What stories could you tell? A bird sings and interrupts your silence.
Marisa Avano
Acrylic on stretched canvas
910 x 1220 mm
Uluru - Your silent voice is the wind rustling through the trees below. Your orange face, lined with crevices of age, is speckled with bushes and trees that hang to your wind-swept surface. Brown stripes cascade down your face where waterfalls of your tears once fell. The blue sky and hot sun set a backdrop to your presence.
What secrets do you hold? What stories could you tell? A bird sings and interrupts your silence.
