My eyes had only closed on this night out of necessity to fool. The room contains no breath of mine anymore, as the air is thick with the man whose only talent is to whistle with his nose and gargle with his spit. Ironed, washed and hidden are mine and the childrens undergarments in the small case under a pile of yarn. He would never find it there. He wouldn’t think to notice such things. South is all my mind knows, head south and now. ~ Katrina Rhodes

894mm x 2160mm + Frame $13,500
Painted 2014