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Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Tuesday, July 21, 2020
Crawling Out of the Morass
A preliminary sketch that I hope to work on in the coming days. Photo with electric light during a dark thunderstorm. Self-portrait, stick and water-soluble graphite, 20"x26". Crawling out from a deeply troubling family crisis.
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