One night
Lonely appeared on the edge of the sill
her bird too.
The moon resting between soft clouds
and bright windows peeked.
Lonely was aglow.
Lets go she said
One night
Lonely appeared on the edge of the sill
her bird too.
The moon resting between soft clouds
and bright windows peeked.
Lonely was aglow.
Lets go she said
As with all the series, this work combines work on a wax sculpture over time with a drawing I made. I photographed the sculpture whenever it seemed to encapsulate something of what I was feeling but then reworked it another day (and rephotographed). It’s been a very long project and there is a lot of additional material not displayed on this site. I would welcome a studio visit from anyone interested in seeing the final sculptures or talking about the process I followed in what was a very deep exploration of the significance of loneliness in my life. Please email me if you would like to visit.