THE FALLEN FAWN
The suitcase contained everything the woman had left. At nightfall, the sisters ran their fingers through her box of burdens, applied her makeup, their lips kissed by the secrets of the Fallen Fawn. 

For purchase inquiries contact:
NYC | Robert Mann Gallery 
PDX | Hartman Fine Art 
ATL | Jackson Fine Art 
SF | Robert Koch Gallery KS | Haw Contemporary Art