24in x 30in acrylic gouache on canvas
There is an irony in how sleep is often imagined as silence. Here, the counting sheep meant to induce rest mirror the constant pulse of the city.surrounded by the layered noises that carry through the night: dogs barking, motorcycles rushing past, and voices from late-night visits to the bodega. Rather than disturbance, these familiar sounds become a source of comfort a reminder of life continuing outside. Within the density of urban noise, there is a reassurance in not being alone.
