Autumn Online Workshops: Michael W. shares his art

Through the window I stare.
Any window.
And yet with those eyes I wonder if they care.
Beyond window there is light and shade.
Figures appear.
Listlessly they move.
I open the window and they freeze.
Then I open my eyes and I realize, the window was just a dream.

 by Michael W.

Michael showing us his picture of 'The sleepy chair'