trapped sounds in darkened boxes of La Rinconada
flashe, ink, acrylic gouache on canvas
I have this recurring anxiety dream where I'm being attacked but I can't scream -no sound comes from my mouth. I imagine that if you were a miner deep in the earth and somehow oxygen stopped flowing, your fear would be soundless, trapped in the glittery gold light of the ore.
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