your brain runs on ten watt
2016
watercolor, ink, gouache on hand molded indigo paper
1950.00
30"x22"
Tumbling, tumbling, if only he could think.
What to do in this situation? His tiny house spat out, falling, but his thoughts felt warm and liquid, slippery between this moment of not knowing. The answer, he, called-out in front of everyone, palms sweaty, blushing, and this question as well - what time, what time? When do we begin and when do we end this?
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