Mixed media on paper. 73 x 47 cm
Memories of bitumen and creosote being painted on wood, and the smell with the heat of summer. My feet finding soft, sticky patches of tar on the road and pushing my toes into the black glue. Of course I would walk it into the house and spend days trying to scrub the tattooed molasses from my skin. By August my legs bruised, scabbed, tarred and sunburnt.