In “A Labyrinth,” I wrote about my experiences dealing with sex, sexual confusion and conflict. Some of it’s real and some of it’s intentionally distorted for effect. After my father’s passing, I started having a lot of sexually related nightmares, usually as a victim. This story and image is a small attempt to shape it into a compelling narrative. It’s all based on real occurrences though not exactly as written. I suppose by this time, anyone who’s reading it or saw the gallery show of the work might think I’m a pretty twisted soul. Maybe so. Maybe not. LINKED HERE is the story.
