The Sum Total of the Life of Deon Carabellas. (Price: Enquire)

I met Deon Carabellus in college. Now “college” really are some sands on the shores of youth. Deon was a magical seashell. Always well dressed, blithe, without family or a home, ever so dignified, but no one to call his own. I do not think he had anything to his name, no money, no shop, achievements, children, the usual holes a person puts his feet in to stumble and yell… Deon was free as a bell, swinging and swearing, he had that friendship with the wind! I placed him against that ocean the best I could. For I did not go to his funeral, I knew no one else would.

Size:  28″ X 40″
Media:  Complex Acrylic admixtures applied at different temperatures, site specific, to select surface
Frame Included: YES – Hand Crafted Frame part of the Artwork