Chris Crites' newest work is a superb portrait of Sigmund Freud created by using hand-written words. I've always marveled over his precision in creating tightly detailed, nearly photo-realistic work and have often wondered what kind of dedicated patience it must require to create such laborious works of beauty. Chris says the words are as stream of consciousness as possible, but much of the portrait is composed of songs or talk shows he was listening to while drawing it. I think Freud would appreciate this depiction of himself and would enjoy psychoanalyzing the artist's use of plucking random lyrics and talk show rants out the ether while creating it. Somewhere, buried deep in all that carefully scrawled graphite are clues not only to the artist's psyche, but also our current state of culture.


