Intimate Interiors
Old Man. I am old. My life is soon leaving me. The stories in my head no longer make sense to me. I have censored so much of my dialogue that I almost began to believe the myths that I have carefully crafted. My beliefs have collapsed onto itself. The regrets I wear show in the lines and the contours of my face. It is too late to seek the lost desires and yearnings I never claimed. 38” x 32” Acrylic and oil on canvas 2010-11
