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Ancestor Alive

He became our shelter
We worshiped his heart as sun
We gained wisdom from his brain
His spine was our pillar

We fell and the city was abandoned
But he is still there
We are forgotten and dead
But his heart is still shining
His flesh is rotten and bones broken
But his eyes still see us

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A.Shipwright
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Ancestor Alive. 2020. Marker on wood panel, 122 x 244 cm.

Ancestor Alive. 2020. Marker on wood panel, 122 x 244 cm.