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"
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