Where does the art truly exist?
In the fleeting moment of its creation and in memory.
Sat on a heavy box (Eye-worms, p 42)
Yellow trumpets (Eye-worms p. 24)
Falling (Eye-worms p. 41)
Vicky's eye (Eye-worms p. 40)
Women in a meadow (Eye-worms p. 40)
Falling (Eye-worms p. 41)
Falling
Adam's jam jar (Eye-worms p. 38)
Yellow trumpets (Eye-worms p. 24)
Yellow trumpets (Eye-worms p. 24)
A young man with blond hair, wearing a black shirt and an orange wristwatch, sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking at a bronze bust sculpture of a woman's head with elaborate hair-style and detailed facial features, placed on a wooden table in an art studio or gallery.