Oil on paper

Silver frame.
Ready to hang

A few words from Nyulla…
You bid me farewell as you set sail across the globe in search of humanity
I waited..
It was a year ago, a century ago
Bruised and battered the wave returned you back with your soul shipwrecked
Something was lost, but where there is water, where there is a wave there is hope
Return to me, return to me my dear soul.