The Omen - Tiger Series
We string paper lanterns to glow in the night, romantically, recklessly.
As if above there wasn't a wild sky with its gray clouds racing below the plum, at the very least.
The steady observer, almost concealed by darkness, looking in and looking over.
I am watching you. I have come to focus on you ferociously.
![Omen 3.jpg](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6022c3939dbc57670b6d4b74/1631032620235-Y1ZWF6FJFEHW9LRMDCOR/Omen+3.jpg)
![Omen 1.jpg](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6022c3939dbc57670b6d4b74/1631032618426-6EOC3P0YKI5HGXHY6V7E/Omen+1.jpg)
![Omen 2.jpg](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6022c3939dbc57670b6d4b74/1631032618559-XPBLH7IX7IPO8AIKEM8I/Omen+2.jpg)
![Omen 4.jpg](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6022c3939dbc57670b6d4b74/1631032620414-7SYWZ9WV45EX6EWG2JZL/Omen+4.jpg)
(A series of four monotypes, with additional acrylic paint and colored pencil, each 8 inches by 10 inches, on paper.)