Thursday, March 3, 2011

Always Fighting

Always Fighting
I’m always shaking my imaginary fists at imaginary foes. The first man on Mars keeps seeing menacing faces in corners and shadows. I can’t rest, and I can’t relax because my armor clanks and squeaks when the sun goes down. I’ll bleed-out on you as you bleed-out to the sky despite my best efforts. The MOTHbot is a timid creature on a dangerous mission. I’m always fighting in my own head, and I’m always losing.

Acrylic Paint and Ink on Bristol
In the Collection of A. Alvarez

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