Way Out 48x60

48x60 Acrylic/ Canvas/ Glitter/ Resin. Shipping calculated at checkout.  I’ve written it a lot of times before but the only way out is through. It always starts for me around October. The mornings get cold. I feel slower, more dim. I write more, talk less and barely move my body. Year after year, I dig myself into this hole. There are a whole lot of parts of me that don’t sparkle or shine. They are deep, quiet, shadow like mazes. I rarely create art about them because like a prison I can create with my own mind - they startle me.  I grew up in Chicago. February was the end all be all worst of the winter. Sideways ice sleet, black snow on every curb, salt build up on the windshield, heavy traffic, constant chapped lips and cracked skin at the knuckles. It was like a living headache medicine commercial. I don’t miss it. Despite being in the desert and Southern California for 12 years it’s as if - during fall and winter - my mind goes back to the city and hibernates. Like it’s still 2002