Mixed Media on paper

Signed on the front.

a depiction of the inside of Brisbane's Supreme Court during a 2012 murder trial. Being cross-examined with all eyes fixed and staring. The questions begin. I know it is real but somehow it doesn't feel so. It feels like a play and this was my scene but the voices sound a thousand miles away, heart kicking in my chest like a drum. Most of all what bothered me wasn't the stares nor the questioning nor the eyes of the Jury. My shoes were as uncomfortable as heck but that wasn't the worst. It was the radiant lime green of the carpet, screaming at me like a throwback from a 50's television sitcom. If the Brady's come in and the audience start clapping I'll take off and Marsha can answer their damned questions. But I can't. It doesn't work like that. I am hypnotized. The questions keep coming but I can hardly hear. I can't take my eyes off that carpet. I just want it to be over.