A solitary figure sits at a curved diner counter late into the night, bathed in the fluorescent glow of the Phillips diner's interior while the street outside remains dark and empty. Deep teals and blacks frame the composition with sharp geometric precision, creating an atmosphere of urban isolation tinged with quiet melancholy. At home in a study, library, or space devoted to contemplative solitude. Made to order by hand at our own Denver facility, it arrives as nine wood panels, each a half-inch thick with a keyhole on the back so it hangs easily. The natural grain shows through the artwork, so no two come out exactly alike.