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The Eye of Night.
16" x 20", mixed media: colored
pencil, charcoal, acrylic, and decoupage on canvasboard.
We need to tie all these
desperate images together… The
hitchiker stands at the threshold of the next plane, the next
dimension; looking back, he sees the different faces of him self.
(Which of my cellves/will be
remember'd). And even though
he's moving on, delivered from the 'filthy hall of mirrors', he
still cannot escape that Image, the Rock God emblazoned in the stars
of Orion. & the tired walls barely fall/graffiti
into/dry cement sand
This is my poem
for you
Great flowing funky flower'd beast
Great perfumed wreck of hell/
you've been good to me
You really have
been swell to me
~ JDM, Paris Journal
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