“It is not long before he loses faith in his memory. His movements become slow and cautious. He looks around. The craggy walls are devoid of colour and appear as a grainy grey that somehow darkly shimmers. This inky particulate passes back and forth across his vision with rapid tidal regularity. He can’t be certain of anything in this place.”
2010. Watercolour and graphite on paper. 9.5 x 7 in.