book2-7 Labarynth

1993 gouache on paper 12 x 16 inches 

The brain is amazing how it can store memories in compartments until we’re able to face them. 

Sketch notes: It’s like I started with a big mess, black and red and I somehow worked and worked, smoothing, covering, simplifying, until I I resolved things so I only have now what seems necessary for the final picture to give me peace.  It’s a metaphor of my subconscious:  the black is like my mind my existential editor – allowing only how much I can bear.  And now, having relived so much, I have to somehow balance it into an acceptable whole.

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