When you enter a space, a grotto, or perhaps even a church, you are seized and transported into the environment. The edifice has a grip on you internally: it seeps into your soul and commands you to feel moved. You feel that space’s livelihood, it is inhabited, it is haunting, and it takes a hold of you. A meditation on the earliest building inventions —the slits or window openings; the battlements like architectural teeth.

Original art piece from my Totems series. Shown in my first art exhibition in Chicago (April 1st, 2022).

Hand drawn, sepia ink on deckled paper 9”x12”. Signed and dated.

Framed in white, 14” x 18”.