My 21st birthday. This is an apt metaphorical depiction of the debauchery of that night.
We all look to art to find some representation of our own minds, to identify with an expression that perhaps we aren’t capable of articulating ourselves; and in this case, it worked.
Monday, April 6, 1987
My 21st birthday. This is an apt metaphorical depiction of the debauchery of that night.
We all look to art to find some representation of our own minds, to identify with an expression that perhaps we aren’t capable of articulating ourselves; and in this case, it worked.