Thomas van der Krogt presents gives thanks and praise to the mighty orisha in this woodcut vision.
In El Barrio white boys feel free
to bend their spines into old men
turned on by a heady New York morning
Steaming off the street in silence streams
Coffee steams into milky mouthfuls
Of Euphoria Clouds whisper their longings
Into wispy armpit hair frayed off plump white skin
An innocent aroma of salt
And snow wafts from a corpulent body
popping out of earth He's a glistening start
How his eyes spark, his heavy shoulders turn,
and uptight virgins lose their music
To cacophony laughter and shatter skulls
that still cry quartz tears

12x 30
Arches 88