mixed media on paper, 2022
24" x 30"
One year.
For
every word I am unable to find, for every sentence I am unable to
construct, for every emotion I am unable to articulate, there is a
brushstroke for it. A mark. A dab. A speck. A scribble. A color.
Some are executed with a heavy hand, others are rendered more lightly:
impressions made by the conscious and subconscious states; letters formed
from the hollows and depths of life, its bends and folds; visuals of
the feelings that exist, yet go unseen, unspoken.
You are here and a part of me always.
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