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not like this.

not like this.

Ink, charcoal, pastel, acrylic, on canvas


30x40 Inches




Death is our only certainty. It’s our relationship to death that I am exploring. We enter the world with a lung full of blood. When we leave… who knows. It’s in confronting death that we see how deep we love. How vast. How rich. It goes beyond words. It’s a physical thing. It’s with our whole body. I want to be enlivened by the idea. Inspired by it. This work is created around that feeling. Look at the body. It withers away. Today is all we have.






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