Everybody is always searching for something. Food and eroticism are equals. Sensual indulgences. Also searched for. But were they lost? We are searching for things to find, money, one self.
Pencil, graphite, coloured pencil on paper.
The subtlety of the olive greenish hue is impossible to catch on photograph.
Although it is marked as sold, it is not. This piece has a special meaning to me, which causes me not wanting to part with it yet. It could be in the future, but there is no timeframe on that.
pencil, graphite, coloured pencil