Meat for the Cheshire

h 22'' x w 30''

pastel, charcoal, coloured pencil, acrylic on paper

available

A crossroads year.

Noise ghost in the walls.

Exploded family who loves you.

A still life tasted once.

Beauty healed till breaking.

Not who I set out to be.

Disorder opens a space.

Oh Artist, speak to that no longer there.

Waifs and strays.

Tooth and nail.

What should I feed a cheshire cat?