this is the sleep of war

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i was trying to listen close, thinking that perhaps there was something wrong with me, but really, there wasn't anything to hear; my efforts were swallowed by the silence with a pallid indifference, not mocking me, but expressing pity, which i found to be even worse





a few of my own pieces:
~ [I, III] acrylic on cardboard
~ [II] watercolor, acrylic, crayon wax, candle wax, ink, graph paper, and artificially induced burns on sketch paper

[I]


[II]


[III]











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