03.02.2013

Lost is how I feel on a Sunday afternoon when I’m in the U.K after the frenetic madness of my son and his friends I find myself alone in the studio with the stillness and calm and it seems like an unwanted abstraction of the fringe of existence. A vacuum which needs to be filled, I can’t work, I’m lost still in the intoxication of children.

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