Original Dimensions: 14”x 17”Medium: Prismacolor pencil on Bristol board Price: Not For Sale This piece is rather meaningful for me. This particular work had haunted me for some time before I even saw it in my mind. It started out as merely the title as an empty echo of voices of no distinction that were also silent.The phrase refused to leave me and I began seeing the shapes and colours and indistinct shadows in my mind as it was slowly pieced together. Once it came into focus and I could see it clearly it still appeared unfinished then I realized she was supposed to be incomplete, it was a drawing after all, from sketch to finish and it is the process through which it was created, through which it was to live. I had been creatively and emotionally dead with a sever case of artist's block for most of the year and I had been just going through the motions of drawing, so many empty generic things. It was like the phrase was my drawings telling that if I could no longer feel my work, if I was hollow inside, it would be impossible for me to give my work life when I have none myself. If I allowed my heart to remain hollow then it would mean the death of my visions and they would not see creation by any other means. Even when I am ready to give up, my art will never allow me to.