8x10 print on archive cotton. #3/144 minimal frame - 400.00
The fade is how, as an artist, I suffer. Sometimes I am sad. Sometimes there is nothing that matters enough to lift my head... Sometimes walking away from the sun, leads me to watch my shadow as though it has more value than the body manifest. It is a struggle sometimes to find the strength to continue, yet it is in the sadness and the quiet desperation of my mind, that I often find the greatest gratitude and love for my fellow man. Worth the struggle!