RMIT School of Art Graduate Exhibitions 2013

Thriller.

Text.

Wilson's Prom rocks.

I miss you.

The view I imagine...

Check.

Chains.

Bare legs.

Drove past

You come up in my dreams so often...

You come up in my dreams so often
Always taking on a different form
So that I feel your presence as I wake
Yet I am overcome by your absence

I see that I am changing every day
And these lines are not the same as before
There will always be signs of the past
But I am very much here in the present

Between the lines.

In the words of Mr. Fabriano Artistico...

Art is boring.

I keep ending up...

All your friends will leave you...

It was very early...