The engine putters to a halt echoing off the sheer walls. Devlin exhales grittily—something between a hum of approval and grunt of fatigue. “We’re here Matilda.” Devlin looks out at solid rock, cut and scarred by unrelenting water. He runs a hand over Matilda’s battered frame. “Can’t leave your mark without taking a few yourself, right? Experiences don’t wear you, you wear them.”
8″ x 8″ Acrylic on Canvas