Untitled.

Materials: charcoal, ink, blood, hair, bones, hand sutured with cotton, cum, gloss medium on canvas.

I am not entirely sure what this is even about. It was created from raw, guttural instinct. None of it was planned. It just happened. Sometimes art just speaks and forces itself out of me without any kind of rational explanation. It isn't until after it has been created that I can actually see it and begin to decipher it. This is one of those times.