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Abyss, 2019
The deep unending blue of despair dragging me deep down into the abyss. The nature of overbeaten abaca warps and changes while it dries. I had almost no control over how it chose to ripple and curl. This piece is not loud, or expressive. It is dynamic but calm. It was created to be an outward expression of my inner state, however its message has evolved with my own evolution.
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