A meditation on leaving bad doctors, clubs, churches – of feeling ignored, part of a machine, a number but not a name. How big community isn’t community anymore. And – an excuse to make use of an art supply that others don’t think of as an art supply – aluminum foil. Thus – Seeing things in new ways. Making use of a bad situation.
Crumpled thin aluminum foil from Baja Burrito
Tissue with distress ink stains
Crushed glass sparkle glitter
14 x 11 canvas
Current iteration worked on March and April 2016. (It may or may not be completed.)