Schematics to nowhere
How does one re-enter one's work, after the passing of a parent? Slowly the images, the purpose, the necessity to make re-emerges. Memories drift in front of my consciousness, the rustle of leaves, the turning of a wrench blisters and busted knuckles merge to form a recollection of time passing. Schematic to Nowhere, for Nothing pen and ink on paper with photoshop. 5 1/2" X 8 1/2"