Hemorrhaging Dream 
1982
graphite and linseed oil on paper

     There was a loud crashing sound in the middle of the night--
     probably a heavy downpour of rain on the roof. Lying on my front
     I was half asleep, half awake. My skin not yet covered by the sweat from sleep. 

     Earlier in the evening, I had cut my hand deeply, the blood kept pouring out.
     I couldn't make it stop. As I heard the crashing noise, I shift in sleep
     and feel the insides of my body separate and hemorrhage. Liquid 
​     slowly seeping out with the thoughts of sleep.