standing in the doorway of a closed store. night time. voices talking. familiar, but i’m not listening. putting a cigarette between my lips. cupping the flame of a lighter with my hands. the smell of blood (at this point i woke up and was having a nosebleed)
(22 jan '20)
oil monotype with perspex etching on hahnemuhle
a2, unframed
1 of 1
. // shipped by cslsx, or collect-from-artist.
