Chalk and charcoal bear on grey paper: 30 mins. Sometimes the ambiguous impassive stare of this guy is disconcerting enough to penetrate my subconscious. I start to imagine that he can see into my soul. It's perhaps those unseeing eyes that seem so psychic. In any case, he's not bothered by Covid. He's always locked down in some space between his creator's imagination and his destroyer's indifference. He's the recipient only of projections of love and emotion, of voices, fears and thoughts. He's the shaman. He's the guru. The savant. |