Feminine shapes appear and disappear in the thick of the night. Silhouettes camp out of the sheets. Flesh and bones covered by comforters and rags. Spirited, I try to grasp them.
Ethereal. Persistent. Evanescent. I add some silver and constantly fall back on elongated one liners. Since Eva has been keeping a similar set of curves in front of me for the past 40 years, I’ve memorized the gestures. I can trace the strokes with my eyes closed. Thank you Eva for your essence.
Silver ink on black paper, board
