Its one of those images that was a mess - poorly exposed and blurred. But it felt right for some reason. Its one I worked on in different ways to try and bring out the aesthetic. This was the result.
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- We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"
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