Martin Poppelwell
i should add, before i get down to the facts, you'd swear they were facts, of that distant summer afternoon , with this deaf, blind impotent, mad old woman, who called me dan and whom i called mag, and with her alone, i - no i can't say it. that is to say, i could say it, but i won't say it, yes, i could say it easily, because it wouldnt be true. what did i see of her? a head always, the hands sometimes, the arms rarely. a head always. veiled with hair, wrinkles, filth, slobber. a head that darkened the air. not that seeing matters, but it's something to go on with....pp17, 2020
acrylic and watercolour on paper
1000 x 700mm
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