I think of this as of the place we dwell individually or as a whole culture, of the human race. The complexity that confronts our world daily, trying to uncover the dream beyond, that is the thicket I work at on paper.
With India Ink on Yupo the work is totally fluid. There is no rough tooth to hold on to as the paper is plastic. One must wait for it to cure, then fix it with a medium of wax for stability... the metaphor.
I read about prisons in America that hold innocents, black men beaten by society, issues facing
women all over the world, attacks on Planned Parenthood, antisemitism, migrant Europe…
I draw the thickets.