One Becomes Many
Pulsate #4
Pulsate #1
Pulsate #2
Pulsate #3
Intimate Thoughts
“Something’s Wrong if You Think I’m Cute”, 7′ x 8′, mixed media on bed-sheet
It Was then that I Knew I Was Free from You
I Was Young
But I Don’t Remember
A Scrap of Information Long Lost and Crumbling Away
It’s Easy to Forget That it’s Also Been Fun
I Wrote Myself a Letter so I’d Remember How I Felt
When Do I Become Me
I Don’t Want to Forget but Sometimes it Hurts to Remember
Gravity
Memories are Snapshots
I Stitched it Up and Let it Go
Memories are Pieces
What are You Holding Onto
Below the Surface are Remnants of Something Unrecognizable
Still Picking at the Scab
A New Door Has Opened
When You Leave they Repaint the Walls and Raise the Rent
Live Painting
The Ocean Seems to Go on Forever
Scratch the Surface Raw
In the Desert You Have to Make Your Own Shade
My Skin is the Only Home I’ve Got
Collage
Recall #1
Recall #2
Recall #3
Recall #4
Recall #5
Recall #6
Hiding Somewhere Inside
I’m Upside Down and Inside Out
Just A Few More Compartments
Below the Surface Revealed
Dancing Behind the Gate
Picking at the Edges
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Kal L. Cloonan 