Faculty of Art

Drawing and Painting

Madeline Macneil

Bubonic Inklings (how to process spirits)

paralysis in sleep (an archive of dreams).

“ Saturated room, bed of nails poke me awake. An erratic force, waits, suctioned to the ceiling. Eyes cook not with salty tears but with an overgrown hum-drum daze. The apprehensive period of paralyzed static catalysts in the pooling dark. My ears pop, as the static shifts and the growling is inverted, unconsciously sliding away in the secluded room. The mind fixates and does its terrible dance. The flesh face that kissed the brow, is oozing and turns into a gelatinous mask, dripping with such immediacy as oil.”