Digging up

I've been digging up old artworks. Could I make them better now? Probably. But some years ago they meant a lot to me, they're an intrinsic part of my present.
Art disinterment. That's what I'm supposed to do when I forget who I am, when I suddenly catch myself drawing some meaningless figure in order to fit into a more successful stream.

Exhumation as (radical) self-analysis.

"Mi ciudad. Plaza de España" 2010
20 x 30 cm
Graphite, blood, coffee, human hair, old book