Destroyer, triptych I'm 38 approaching the age where I realize I may not be a mother. I really don't have any interest. There is still the fear of motherhood. Kind of like Goya's Saturn devouring his children. A fear you could destroy. The little people are based on a photograph of my sister Beth who would probably look like a kid of mine. I was getting rid of a table. I moved it by the painting. People at the studio remarked it looked better with the table. I agree. It felt more complete
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