Rindon Johnson
Later, a slow moon laboring over the hillside, Later, the fog reflects the moon, Later, my blood is sucked and I itch, Will we will we ever find home, the car calls us in the distance, To walk the stairs, to take off my shoes, to stand, Wringing hands, sc, 2021
Leather, crayon
66 x 44 inches
167.5 x 112 cm
167.5 x 112 cm
RJ 21.026