...he has no name...but he is every book i've read, every song i've ever heard... every poem i've ever written and every man i ever admired...he is a monster, he's there in the night urging me on in abstract ways, in graphite dreams... he's evil...he's good...he is a saint... he leaves me for days with all my inspiration in the dark... and he is my light.... He might be pieces of you... Graphite/pastel/bristol/16x20