Coffee and Confinement (a bad mix)

Sitting in a dark gallery (my work place) and having a cappuccino at break, made me feel like I was going to fall out of my skin; my heart felt like it was running around my body like it was on an F1 race course. When I spoke to people I couldn’t be sure what was coming out exactly. I was tired, but speeding on nervous energy, a quite uncomfortable surreal state. The more that I thought about it the worse it got. The image below explains this feeling.

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About John Ledger

A visual Artist, eternal meanderer and obsessive self-reflector by nature, who can’t help but try to interpret everything from within the tide of society. His works predominantly take the form of large scale ballpoint pen landscape drawings and map-making as social/psychological note-making. They are slowly-accumulating responses to crises inflicted upon the self in the perplexing, fearful, empty, and often personality-erasing human world.

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