incomprehensible
identity is a nasty fluid thing.
it succeeds in being the least interesting, most debated and the major motivation for action / inaction in this age (age of kali according to what i have been reading). & if there’s one thing in this world i am trying to avoid depicting in my work it is psychological realism.
which makes me wonder whether these can really be called portraits.
but i am not fussy.
what is in a name?
the oil painting will crop up when i have finished it.
