Paintings | andrew carr

One path to another

Cold and grey like concrete

On my knees in the ditch

Beyond the white gate

We fell from pitch black skies

Clinging on to moments of the past, it eats you alive

I fell into a hole in the bottom of the world

Beyond the flood

A justification for many things

Branches scratch my arms

Falling together

Of owls and mice

Guardian of hallowed places

Let me waste this time of yours

Oh rest your weary feet