Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Signed Original
36x36 Mixed Media on Canvas
Some days you take a seat on the train bound for Neverland .
You grab the raccoon mask off the seat next to you and place it on your head and it instantly calls to the days spent running along the creek in the woods knocking down waterlogged trees and swinging from a vine with your sister and brother.
You scoop up the ducks and ask no questions because maybe they’re returning to the lake you learned to ski on and spent some of the best weekends camping at.
You sit back and slip further into the childhood memories as the train moves along the track. Afternoons spent in the old abandoned milk truck that you and your brother took turns driving each other all over the world discussing your grand plans while eating snacks out of your tin lunchboxes.
Next, it’s the summers spent at the beach wave busting and laughing so hard you would choke.
So many shared experiences come to mind, like an entire snow day spent outside charging the hill with the sled your dad made out of paneling , coming in only to change socks and eat something warm mom made.
The girl next to you is looking at you even harder now, as you laugh uncontrollably at the memories of the three of you laughing at the dinner table and being told to leave the table until you could act right. Only to have one side eye from each other and you were all running from the table again.
Birthdays, Christmas mornings and the every day.
So many you want to live again.
Just then the train slows you look down to see it’s your purse your clutching not ducks and sunglasses on your head and you smile with tears in your eyes because.
Neverland isn’t a place it’s a state of Mind.
J.M Barrie
Signed Original
36x36 Mixed Media on Canvas
Some days you take a seat on the train bound for Neverland .
You grab the raccoon mask off the seat next to you and place it on your head and it instantly calls to the days spent running along the creek in the woods knocking down waterlogged trees and swinging from a vine with your sister and brother.
You scoop up the ducks and ask no questions because maybe they’re returning to the lake you learned to ski on and spent some of the best weekends camping at.
You sit back and slip further into the childhood memories as the train moves along the track. Afternoons spent in the old abandoned milk truck that you and your brother took turns driving each other all over the world discussing your grand plans while eating snacks out of your tin lunchboxes.
Next, it’s the summers spent at the beach wave busting and laughing so hard you would choke.
So many shared experiences come to mind, like an entire snow day spent outside charging the hill with the sled your dad made out of paneling , coming in only to change socks and eat something warm mom made.
The girl next to you is looking at you even harder now, as you laugh uncontrollably at the memories of the three of you laughing at the dinner table and being told to leave the table until you could act right. Only to have one side eye from each other and you were all running from the table again.
Birthdays, Christmas mornings and the every day.
So many you want to live again.
Just then the train slows you look down to see it’s your purse your clutching not ducks and sunglasses on your head and you smile with tears in your eyes because.
Neverland isn’t a place it’s a state of Mind.
J.M Barrie