These images were archived from my very last months working as a funeral director's apprentice. Isolated and wrapped in my own world of self torment and alcoholism, I sat up late many nights unleashing my pain into the web version of Canva. Some of these works reflect one to one events that I personally witnessed while others are more general reflections of the dark place I was in.
I have chosen not to amend the titles as a reminder of how abysmally drunk I was every night during this time.
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| 04/04 "There is aomethinb sbout being so martisn, I cannoyt explain" |
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| 04/05 "Something is Happening I can Feel it" |
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| 04/21 "Bed Bugs" |
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| 04/21 "I dorove her body. Beutifuly embalmed beutifuly flatened. not for me. for Her comforted family |
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| 04/23 "I the Lord of Sea and Sky, I Have Heard My People Cry" |
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