Lurching this way and that, the hole inside that wants to be filled, wanting and not knowing what, driven and not knowing why or by what. I make art, and strain to set limits to the self-destructive excess.
The only peace, in dreams.
A detail:
This is from April, 2016. Did a little more work on it, and mounted and framed it. Ink, Silverpoint and Tombow over metalpoint ground, on a weathered piece of plywood. 76.2×50.8cm (30″x20″)
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