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In dark times I stood before blank paper and demanded it become a vessel for all my grief, anger and fear. I painted with no reference, only energy and movement mattered. As the layers went on, characters of help and hindrance converged upon the panels. Fright and comfort tangled together in a difficult dance. Like dream figures, they had something to tell me.
Contemporary Cave
I used cold wax and oils and painted with no reference, only energy and movement mattered. As the layers went on, characters of help and hindrance converged upon the panels.
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