One year later

It's finally raining, and I'm in a coffee shop in Berkeley, making drawings because it's the best way I have of defining the complex amorphous spaces between ideas and emotion, experience and memory, life and life only that are formed by such disparate things as coffee shop pop music, reflections on Orphic mysteries, curating festival galleries, and remembering nuclear disasters. I drew these one year ago, about radiation. These drawings are of the self thinking-thing...trying to make drawings of consciousness itself.


about radiation pt. pt., 2011, mixed media on paper, 10 x 10 inches


about radiation pt. pt. 2, 2011, mixed media on paper, 10 x 10 inches

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