Newtown (Licorice Tea)

After hearing a harrowing life tale, I spent the entire night awake in a Newtown hotel. It was an experience that I can only describe as a turning point.

I painted this as a way dealing and coming to terms with it. The very physical act of drawing and painting are the vehicle for another kind of seeing, recasting an experience.

It was titled after my drink of choice on that night.

The memory of black liquid in a standard white hotel cup on a sea of wrinkled bed sheets.

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