A metaphor for our desires that come from our connection to our bodies. They can be our ruin in how they control us. Our subject seems to have lost a finger already, or maybe it's just folded out of site. Our mind is where we judge what is prudent with our desires. We can give in and let it trap us or is it possible our minds can save us too. The moment is held between both fates.
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- I have been drawing since I was a kid, but have also enjoyed furniture sales as a carreer. I have been selling furniture for 15 years and still enjoy that as my profession. However, I can't ignore my desire to be a commercial illustrator too and I went back and finished my BFA in 2004. I am currently working to seriously streamline my style since I was rather eclectic for quite some time. Now I want to to push one style and see where that takes me. I also enjoy Jukeboxes!
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