It’s midnight. I’m sitting on the floor in your apartment. Your roommate is getting high in the next room. I’m on bars and you snorted cocaine. I write poetry as you play video games. This is all I thought love could be.
I hear a female voice calling for help while trudging through some gnarly thicket and rush to the rescue. After a good deal of wandering I arrive at a small glade and see the woman tied to a tree in a rather peculiar fashion. She explains she is a forest nymph being used by “acolytes” (?) as a bait for …(?) She begs me to set her free but insists that I take my hat off first. The strange request inspires suspicion and makes me realize that I’m either the prey the acolytes are after or that there are no acolytes at all and I’m at the mercy of an evil witch here. The realization wakes me up.
Acrylics and ink on coloured wax ground on paper/hardboard, 32 x 41 cm