Three years ago, I made a choice to dictate myself beneath the reign of one simple rule — bow thy head and draw. Employ only that of the subconscious to mute said action. Exhaust. At the present vantage, I feel genuinely weathered — and since, both nervously serious and seriously nervous. I would prefer to challenge last Friday's Opening with a new title: Closing — A Sloth in Destruction.
2 comments:
Great post. Nice to see the fisheye pics. How many different pieces do you think you've completed since moving to NC?
pieces proper? i'd say about 300, with another 200 - 300 of preliminary and/or extracurricular . . . photos were by my friend, Bill Rhodes who lives just down the street.
Post a Comment