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Mark Schlesser
- Portland Oregon
- Last Record: 2013-05-24 10:55:14 +0200
- Joined: Mar 27, 2010
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I feel like I need to be defined. I feel like I am bait, as though I am propped nicely on a hook awaiting my predator. When will this weakness devour me? When will the seclusion start to feel normal? The wind is getting colder and my voice doesn't echo as far. Sometimes it's not the pitch they're after. Sometimes it's all just the catch. I'm trying to exercise my soul, I'm trying to hide inside a rhythm. What would I do if it weren't for you? What defines me?
KitchCat commented on one of my pieces saying she initially thought that the mushrooms were lassoing the moon. I thought that was a beautiful idea and wanted to make a piece about it... so here it is! Thanks, KitchCat!
This one was done with pencil and cut paper.