close to the knives at postcards from the edge
i should have posted this a while ago but i just didn't have the energy or will to do it. i have no idea how i made it to the opening of the show postcards from the edge. it was jam packed and i hated being there. as i tried to find my piece i felt overwhelmed by so many happy people celebrating while all i could think was that my brother was gone-this was only three days after george left. i struggled to find my piece (number 1176), photograph it and then left immediately because i felt i couldn't breathe. i don't know if anyone bought it, but if it wasn't sold, it'll come back to me and maybe it'll make me want to make art again.
