HOLDEN

FOX PARK
1996

All my youth, metaphorically, wrapped up in this cigarette (sparks cigarette).

All I can do is watch it diminish, inhaling the flavor...

savoring it...

only to let out the smoke which presents itself to me in a beautiful dance that is lost in its ephemeral-ness.

Like my youth,

I watch the smoke vanish.

Class of 2020 Senior Project 

Drawing Circles