(sorry for the blurred crappy pic...)
This is an extract of a double canvas composition I made circa 2008. That's fucken huge. It was on a wall in the corridor of my (still) house. I'm moving to another bigger, so I'm dismantling all the shit I've accumulated for years. Maybe I have a kind of Diogenes Syndrome...I don't know. The thing is that I'm discovering paintings on canvas I've forgotten I'd made, which were kept in an attic, so the feeling is really...weird. I'm conscious when I'm drawing? And I'm conscious of WHAT I'm drawing? Awwww...I think I've been drunk too many times. I'm losing faculties...and, especially, memory.