Inspired by a poem by Francis Jammes...he hoped he would be in heaven surrounded by donkeys and their humble spirit that carried through out their lives of service and sometimes neglect. I certainly hope for donkeys after I leave here, in whatever form they appear. Or to be accompanied by one as I cross over, leaving my bucket behind.

Acrylic with protective matt varnish, signed on back, ready to hang [or can be framed by your framer]. On kiln dried pine board.