box 5, digital, pencil, ink
i’ve been living in my own head for a few weeks— flipping between recordings of john owen-jones and hugh panaro with almost as much ferver as my 15-year-old self.
this the is first piece of legitimate phantom art i’ve done since i was a teenager. (that was a sepia watercolor of hugh and sandra joseph that i actually gave to hugh at the majestic theater stage door. i wonder if he still has it.) working on this makes me wonder how much i’ve actually changed in the last decade.
anyway, i started this as an experiment in fuzziness and textures. i found that i stopped rendering for a reason: it takes too damn long.