Oxford International Art Fair | Feb 2017
Someone take me down to the river, and leave no trail for which to return. Let the muddy water fill my lungs, fill my lungs, and leave no trail for which to return.
Let the muddy water fill my lungs. The invincibility of our youth has just given away, to the inevitability of our death. So don’t raise your glass.
Redemption wears a red dress but carries a white flag, I’ll wear that red dress for you. Death is a living partner, a consummate, consummate one.
Death is a living partner | Feb 2017