16x12 inches; Pen drawing on acid free textured paper with watercolour wash (Click on image to enlarge)
Do you have a
skeleton in the closet? Or are there more than one? Are you in the closet
yourself? Did you hide in the closet when you were young and scared? Did you
have a Narnia of escape at the other end of the closet? Do you have a closet
for your personal belongings and that of others you claim to be your own? Does
your closet have a mirror? Is there a closet in your head like mine? A closet
full of knickknacks, memorabilia, songs that are playback score of your life,
places, whiffs of scents, sights and visions, feelings, traces of a touch,
erotica, embarrassments, pain and anger, guilt and guilty pleasures; A closet
that opens up like a puzzle and holds a mirror to myself. I feel at home searching that closet,
sniffing the lingering scent of moth balls, looking in the secret compartments,
some so deep that they were almost forgotten! It feels like a labyrinth. It is
a closet I do not have to come out of, because no one cares for what it hides,
though everything it holds makes me who I am today and who I will be tomorrow.
