and i started floating. i ended up walking through an alleyway and watching the sunrise stain the sky. it looked peachy. when i walked i’d float a little, like i was on the moon.
i ended up upside down in a large room with big windows, sun flooding the air. and you where there trying to get me down. you spoke very gently to me and i didn’t wanna come down. i remember crying a lot and you pulling me down from the ceiling like an old balloon. you held me and told me to look at the sunrise
(7 february ‘20)
oil monotype on hot press paper a3
this piece was exhibited at Turbine PAPER, 2020 (online)
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