Business as Usual
I sneak into your room at night and move all your bookmarks so all your stories seem to skip and to trip over themselves, repeating and wandering lost in their own pages. But Russel J. Walrussel wants to assure you that it’s all going as planned. The darkness consumes us and crawls across our skin. We sit in our ancient cities and light fires in our robots. I can see my reflection but do not feel that I am the truth.
Ink and paint on mannequin torso.
In the personal collection of C. Vance