It's Autumn and the twigs and branches are slowly being revealed as the Summer's leaves drop to the ground. But not too fast. At any moment there will be the perfect equilibrium of substance and space. The world: a plain weave of reality and unreality.
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| 10-20-16-island ink, charcoal, chalk |
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| 10-21-16-crows ink, charcoal |
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| 10-18-16-trees ink, charcoal |
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