Bedward, plotward. i saw my wife reclining on her side, voluptuously rounded, the eternal waiting nude. i saw her as he did. dependent, submissive, emotionally captive. i felt his mastery and control. the dominance of his position. he was taking over my mind, this man i d never seen, this half image, the barest smidge of brainlight. his bleak hands enfolded a rose-white breast. how vivid and living it was, what a tactile delight, dusted with russet freckles about the tip. i experienced aural torment... don delillo, white noise

then everything began to reel before my eyes, a fiery gust came from the sea, while the sky cracked in two, from end to end, and a great sheet of flame poured down through the rift. every nerve in my body was a steel spring... albert camus, the stranger

the horror... the horror... joseph conrad, heart of darkness

This piece was executed and completed in the winter between 00 and 01. i started by priming, furiously scribbled over the thing in graphite stick and then worked on it with acrylic. its 5 ft x 8 ft.