They seem stripped. These depictions. Or paintings. Or images. Illustrations. Done by Darren Hopes. Stripped of something wholesome. Much of what he does forces me to ask myself where my mind has gone. And if it has. In fact. Gone somewhere dismal. And grungy. And faded.
These really are something you can’t explain. Sprinkling a dust over your eyes you can’t really seem to articulate. But you know. That whatever these are. You like them. And you don’t know why. And that’s what’s so attractive.