the face he saw wasnt his... it was the sort of face he had seen only in wartime atrocity photos or pictures of of traffic deaths. the skin was the color of wet newsprint. the head lolled crazily to one side. the the entire neck was mottled brown... the worst thing, however, was the eyes- they were his own eyes, and he saw them staring back at him.... palmer, dream science

this piece is a mixed medium on board, i would dip tissues and other paper in glue and spread it all over the surface to begin with. i was influenced by a book my sister had bought me of Jackson pollock. i added a ton of medium to my paint and poured it all over the surface afterwards i sprinkled some seeds and sticks over the top of it. it was executed in 2000, probably the fall.