61in x 74in x 1.5in
Oil on canvas
$12,000

He the superhero, I the bandit: is how the days always go. We chase each other through the warm, dappled light beneath magical trees. Bright red cardinals flash in and out of the dense greenery, as if little masked bandits themselves.

I can feel these innocent, carefree days slowly but surely slipping away, like the sun slipping through the trees. The air turns golden, the day grows old, and tiny laughs are captured like treasures by the leaves.

Little does he know, so sweet and small, he is the true bandit. The bandit who stole my heart.

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