"The Wreck, III", hard pastels on toned paper
June 30, 2022.
Sometimes the exponent of a feeling is beyond what can be expressed. Sometimes art seems the only way to tell, and yet not even enough - though I wondered what other way could there be to communicate and grow, to keep steady throughout the rage of decomposition, to be still humans while an entire universe wrecks.
There is a bit of sadness in every artistic process. There are stains of a suffering soul in every art piece.
— Meanjin/Brisbane, 2022
