Confessions Of The Still Life

For as long as I can remember I’ve worked in stilled pictures, inside the boundaries of an imagination, counting mathematical intervals of space that once gave me meaning to these unfinished thoughts.

With a widening horizon of possibilities comes the ever expanding room for doubt that builds on the accommodation I have with failure. It is that sense of failure which draws me back towards the still life.

Its a circle thing I suppose.

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