I see a woman . . . or a man . . . speaking, sitting at a table in a bar. Toward the back. Not many people. A little dark even. A half-finished drink is on the table. Along with a cigarette. Yes, a cigarette! There is a feeling of utter timelessness about this work. This lonely, tortured soul could have stepped out of any era - the 1950's, sixties, seventies - or maybe they're with us today. Nicely done, H. Avery!
I see a woman . . . or a man . . . speaking, sitting at a table in a bar. Toward the back. Not many people. A little dark even. A half-finished drink is on the table. Along with a cigarette. Yes, a cigarette! There is a feeling of utter timelessness about this work. This lonely, tortured soul could have stepped out of any era - the 1950's, sixties, seventies - or maybe they're with us today. Nicely done, H. Avery!