The hall with the portrait, (2022). 'Fujeira, over seas,' #7. Pen on Semi-gloss Paper-14.8 x 10.5 cm
And the thought of Laura, whose name I can't keep out of it. Only she could shuffle through my sentences and then still avoid me, the poltergeist that she is. But there isn't much room for that, NO. Not because the neck of the rifle is so long and the bullet is beginning to blister. But because how whatever rips through you rips through you leaves both a shadow and a glow I could never tell - and i'm not sure I want to.