fuckin around

one of my occasional forays into non-representational art. I don't generally do totally abstract stuff like this, but it can be thoroughly therapeutic. I think this was the day I locked my door and turned off all my lights except my desk lamp and danced around in my underwear to david bowie.


untitled
inks on sketch paper
spring 2009









EDIT | there was a blow-dryer involved as well. just in case you were wondering.