Oil Painting, (jp-j3a-1250), Dawn in New York has four pillars of muck and a hurricane of black pigeons splashing in the putrid waters. Dawn in New York moans on the immense staircases searching between the corners for spikenards of depicted anguish. Dawn arrives and no one receives it in his mouth because neither morning nor hope are possible: at times furiously swarming coins perforate and devour abandoned children.
