As I draw dust I am hoping to glimpse at its secrets. I find there are no endings in dust, no beginnings. It offers up a liminal space, a threshold of possibilities. Exploring these ideas in a series of drawings continues my interest in transience, ephemerality, death and how they can be translated into a visual language. Drawing like dust, has no last word, no ending I am able to lose myself in its presence, in the beginning, the prelude of unknowing
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