PLAY ME THE PIPE ABOUT OUR FOREST

driftwood, petrified wood, oil, 90х30х30

2023

“And the snow kept falling, covering up the tracks, and the balcony door creaked — left open by me. The New Year never came where the Old one had long since ended, for no reason at all. And so we lived in the in-between — in a time that has no name.”

From personal notes, December 2022