Walking to Sleep

2017

found objects, paint

38” x 28” x 6” approx. each


What you hope for
Is that at some point of the pointless journey,
Indoors or out, and when you least expect it,
Right in the middle of your stride, like that,
So neatly that you never feel a thing,
The kind assassin Sleep will draw a bead
And blow your brains out.

From Richard Wilbur's, "Walking to Sleep" (1969)