22”x15” Lithograph

Utilizes tusche and flats to convey the feeling of futility and hopelessness encountered when asked to perform the impossible tasks of life that seem to be ever present. The text reads: “GOE A HEAD MILKE THE STON RENND LYFE NECTAR FROHM COLLD SEDAMENT UNTIL YOUR CROOKD FIVE FINGERS WEEPE AT THE TASCK KISS THEIR FOURHEDS TENDER YOUR PRYDE RISIG UP LIKE BILE IN YOUR THROAT YOU ARE MOTHERS EMPTY ARMS”