Phantoms in the Dirt

Panic dwindled into jitters into detached fascination. It was just a show. The longer I watched the less I felt. Events coupled, cavorted, and vanished, emotion hanging in mid air before my lemur eyes like a thin shred of homeless ectoplasm. It was cool. It was like drowning in syrup.
— (After Sally Mann), 2008-2011

Mixed-media on canvas, black silicon carbide, industrial ink, gel medium, neutral pH adhesive,
natural dyes and extracts, variant mordents, and marking beads

Harold Mendez