and now we face the overwhelming question
in that space between
where things begin to disappear
through these subtle disturbances, minute by minute
to leave no trace no lingering smokeno vague attempt at recovery the night quickens blackly and flickeringly with those dying embersthe drain is clogged with thinning hair and sputtering dirt and the slick oil of exhaust still reflected in that grime is the fingernail moon there will be time…
in decision and re/vision, 2021
oil on canvas
910x1218mm
R4750
. // shipped by cslsx, or collect-from-artist.
