Wednesday, 12 June 2013
The passing of time (and all of its hideous crimes?) is a regular undercurrent in my personal work, literally in a recent piece if you look closely. it is a strange substance that flows faster the more it goes by, seems more finite the more you notice it.
42! where did all that time go? I preferred those figures vice versa but still, with age comes wisdom and I have attained a certain dignified maturity, erm? No ... no I haven't ; )
Bye for now x