The entrance is covered by a thicket of string and dried branches. The smell is of compost made from dried leaves. The title card is printed behind barbed wire. Little Debbie cream cakes are cut on a plate with toothpicks in them.
A Sketch of Early Morning Thoughts in a Room With No Natural Light, Where Memories of Each Dark Day and Dark Deed Twist Around into Tangles.
Oil on Canvas, 24x18, 2008
