Graphite pencil on paper. 1990.
This sketchy top view of a desperate figure would be fit somewhere in the composition. But now I'm not sure where it was the final position of the piece.
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Hey! Reckless! Put yourself in my place Or enslave me in your eyes! Do it! Do it! Or forget me in your sleep! How? Oh hell! From now on… You sleep insane!
Mabus vai morrer em breve e virá
A terrível destruição de pessoas e animais,
De repente, a vingança será revelada,
Centenas, as mãos, a sede e a fome, quando o cometa passará.
"The year of the great number seven,
it appears during the games of slaughter,
not far from the new millennium,
when the dead will come out of their graves."
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