24x18

Hand torn paper

Unframed

This was a print I created while working overseas in Ireland. At the time I made this I was contemplating that dance between sadness and self pity. That funny thing about life where you can at one moment be consumed with a deep contemplation of the human condition, and at the same time a shallow and seemingly insignificant idea can just walk in and invade that space. I guess it’s another example of the duality of life. I mean I know there is no such thing as a wrong hand bag, or is there…?