The night made its way into the depth of darkness.
In the dim light of a kerosene lamp, he plaited the corse strands into resilient strings with his nimble fingers. He fervently stretched the anaemically pale canvas onto the frame. Shades of red mixed in an aesthetic colour palette, he restored each painting with precision brush strokes.
When the twilight arrived, he hung all the art works back on and marveld at his resurrection.
Curator Chester Gallery was arrested on 13th September 1888 for the serial murders of art students in the gallery where he worked.
My legs grew strong from life’s ebbs and flows
My mind became resilient to the world’s tossing waves
But my breathing had always been labourious
There had always been that void making my heart ache
Untill God sprinkled you on my daydreams
Your presence completed me at last
I am whole because of you, my missing rib