I’m very calm. I don’t want to leave.
Controversially enough.
I’m painfully aware of the reason for taking so many god-damned photos. It’s about time.
We are here long enough to store a gallery of memories. To push them in and out. Do we actually make memories or do we just take pictures?
I wrote Kalashnikov to sum up my life at the RCN but the spelling check changed to Tchaikovsky.
Curiously enough.
The Catfish from the series Seven Thousand Catfish and an Intruder, lino-cut print on paper.
Sometimes the perspective of living under a bridge seems less promising.
Amen
Tags: Critical Analysis, UWC
