Piles of mess
This is the mess I seem to find myself
in every time I have nowhere to go but
into the night, I see myself unable to
face the troubles and commotion of
home and wanting nothing but that
which I cannot have. It is a frantic
expression of loneliness quickly
executed in preparation for an art
show. I see myself as this creep so
withdrawn into myself that no one can
reach me.
Painted 2005.
Acrylic, Spray Paint
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