Pink and Phthalo Blue acrylic, dusted charcoal, splattered fluorescent red gouache, and ink on gallery-wrapped canvas.
Like ruptured capillaries beginning to swell, a bruise darkens like Hell. From pink flesh to black-blue depths, expanding, the way the night accepts. Blow by blow, take the pain, mouth full of Novocaine. Muffled, you explain, “fell down the steps again.” Contortion, confusion, contusion.