nothing

nothing is biro and acrylic on paper. I imagine that many people would have preferred the original biro layer, but I wanted paint. This was drawn automatically. I scribbled until something appeared to me, and this is what fell out. I don't know whether my subconscious, my superego, or both confront me. Evidently, they are angry. The flag urks me, I hate flags, even the ones that I'm possibly meant to like.

Paintings, Illustrations, sketches, and zithers

Sometimes these images decorate sometimes they cheer, sometimes they don't

Always they transport