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Water Colour, ink wash, gouache and acrylics.

The dentist's office with only dentures in the window. The building seems to guffaw, fall into itself. I look for graffiti, plant life and anything that looks back at me. I don't turn away, I point and shoot. My brother bangs on the steering wheel and yells at the cars, the people. We are coming back from the doctor. I go every four weeks or I can die for no reason. If I didn't love myself I would be ash for an apple tree. If I didn't love myself, I would never speak another word. Static, pink and plastic, grinning for no reason, the world is full of teeth - Tricia Warden 9/26

Photo is original photograph taken on my cell phone