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
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