“Sun Setting On An Angel In Exile”,       21.5 x 28” / Watercolor, Oil Pastels, Ink on Illustration Board 
       He sat there…gritting his teeth, in a foaming rage.     He had done what he was told, where he’d been told, what he’d been led to believe was correct, right.       But, he felt, that in mid-flight, the rules had been changed without his knowledge, his consent, his understanding.              He wasn’t certain what exactly had happened.        His memory, like his existance, was in shambles; he was stranded… …somewhere…somewhere…and all around him a landscape as broken as he felt.        Someday, he comforted himself, his memory would return…he would remember everything.
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