Im Not Sleeping

Counting Crows
A sleepless man sits beside a rain-streaked window in a worn city room, surrounded by an unmade bed, acoustic guitar, scattered papers, and fading memories reflected in the glass. Deep blues, charcoal, amber, and rust mingle under warm lamplight and cold dawn, rendered in richly textured oil and encaustic style.
A sleepless man sits beside a rain-streaked window in a worn city room, surrounded by an unmade bed, acoustic guitar, scattered papers, and fading memories reflected in the glass. Deep blues, charcoal, amber, and rust mingle under warm lamplight and cold dawn, rendered in richly textured oil and encaustic style.