lost, lost, lost; but never found.
my tired eyes
worry for my heavy heart
alongside my clouded mind.
A self-portrait in front of my newest painting,
‘Sitting Around’ (measurements 35”x45”)
“I need the city; I need to know there are people around me strolling, arguing, fucking—living, and yet I go out very rarely; I stay here in my cage.”
New places make you feel young. They don’t know you and you don’t know them. You haven’t cried or had a fight or been betrayed in them. There is hope and possibility that you might spend your entire time there pleasantly and then when you are back in your life you will be able to think to that time whenever you need an escape.