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Medium: Acrylic on canvas.

Dimension: 90 by 90cm.

Year completed: 2022.

  • Wait

    Wait.  I do not like to wait.

    So I rush because I do not want to wait.

    You cannot rush time, a sage once said.

    So why am I rushing rather then wait instead?

    And countless nights, my mind stays awake.

    Rushing ahead of me as I lay in bed.

    Till the morning breaks.

    I hear the pigeon calling me to wake.


    A poem by Michael Ong

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