3am Day 4 - SOLD

A4 Oil Pastel on Cartridge Paper - sealed with high gloss acrylic varnish - includes removeable plastic mount frame

Another one of the pieces where I evoke a feeling and draw from the memories of many different times, people, places and experiences. This time I thought....it's 3am on day 4

My eyes are heavy, the intoxicants are no longer doing their job....I need to eat, I need to sleep...I'm clutching a bottle of water the dreggs of a beer. I've run out of weed, the one thing that might carry me through for a few more hours.

And yet, the person across from me refuses to wilt.

Through my fading gaze their image blurs, splits, distorts, vibrates and practically spins through the air, refusing to occupy any one specific space in time. I hardly even know where I am. How can they not notice that my eyes are closing...that my responses have reduced to slight murmurs and forced chuckles that sound more like dying gurgles....

Oh, they've noticed alright....they just know that if they keep talking I'll never find my moment to leave

A quick, expressive sketch to capture that feeling. It's 3 am, It's day 4. I need to go home.