Month of Mondays

I sensed an ennui of inexplicable proportion.  In the studio, my desire to create dueled ferociously with a call to abandon. I was a car coasting on four flattened tires. My intent was to document this time—without fear, preconception or judgement.  Some days were longer than others.  As a support, I chose the kind of paper used as tarp by messy house painters. The titles are numbers that refer to the dates they were painted.

Three months later, I was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, Stage 4.