Fallen: When I was 16 we had a house in Port Alberni at the bottom of a hill. I walked up that hill to the Woodwards to buy groceries every couple of days. Once, in the winter, I was walking home, it was just starting to snow and I didn’t slip, but my knees just collapsed underneath me; I remember grabbing for a tree branch but it was too far away. I recall being so embarrassed and hoping that nobody saw me stumble.

22×26 Acrylic on birch ply board

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