Bleeding

 

My heart bleeds ...

At the sight of poverty
When I see a forgotten old woman on the street
Frail and bent down with age, begging for money

My heart cries ...

When I see a stray dog
Limping and all beaten up, because he sniffed a treat at a shop nearby

The story goes on, as the list is endless
for men and their weird ways will never end.

 

 

Acrylic on Canvas - 20" X 24"