This is probably my most favourite abstract piece, even moreso than the ones I’ve posted here so far. I actually kept it hanging in my apartment for quite a few years.
The funny thing about a piece of work that sums up so much of what you were about at the time is, it’s hard to explain twenty years later. The title is very much what I meant at the time. It was a statement of intent and a personal identifier at the same time. All these years later, I see a young man with a lot waiting to get out. I also think that, by and large, it’s still waiting.