I couldn't come up with a title for this painting. It's spray paint, oil, and latex on a 6' x 2' piece of plywood that Tracy and I found in a dumpster outside of The Department of Family and Protective Services, where we worked at the time. It has various personal meanings, but I don't want to impose those on anyone else. I want people to see whatever they want to see in it.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Untitled 1
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That's great. I am not sure what it represents to you, but it leaves me with an impression of loneliness and crying out for help.
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