COLORED PENCIL ON BRISTOL
28 INCHES x 40 INCHES
They’ll know my name. They keep operating like everything is normal. But they’ll know my name. They’re going to know my way of thinking. They’re going to feel this tension too. I’ll make them see it one way or another. Any way I can. They’re going to see this. They’re going to see me. It doesn’t matter whether they understand or not because it’s coming for them. And it’s going to stay there. It’s not about being a type. It’s not about fitting a mold or following a curve. It’s about being a force. None of the ambiance is worth anything; none of the atmosphere or pomp. It’s that force that matters. That overwhelming wave. And they’re going to know my name. All of this tension is going to be used and it’s going right back out. The compression is setting in and that’s more a reason to push it back. One step more. They’ll know my name.