“Golden, early evening sunlight casts a reflection of the duvet upon the inside of the windowpane. Seen within this semitransparent mirror image is a sizeable shadow slowly, and silently, pacing to and fro across the surface of the duvet. But, no such shadow darkens the real, physical duvet. Certainly, nothing is moving, nor present, in the room (nor outside the window) to act as the source of the shadow. The only one there is the boy beneath the duvet.”
2012. Ink on paper. 7 x 7 in.