Ink fields and Juice Boxes

Making has this power that gives strength to the voiceless. I never knew how much I would have made in such a short amount of time. It feels like a nursery rhyme I was told as a kid that ended up being made into films. I see the words late at night and then they become more.

I love how the ink wash shines in this one. So much more to come.

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