Oil on canvas 60X100cm
Libertè. Liberty. Freedom. Lady Liberty.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries sheWith silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
(State of Liberty Poem - engraved on a bronze plaque and contained inside of the Statue of Liberty.)