14x17'', acrylic on paper
Bright red and bleeding. On a flame, the blue is the hottest. You hold me with such a deep blue, it looks black and devoid. Imprints of fingertips create a rosy, stellar corona and I remember what I endure this stinging feeling for. It feels as though to feel is to feel pain. I can’t know myself in my numbness. I suffer but I aspire. I want to be in you and you in me, no matter how much I lose when it hits me. To be born is a lesson in learning to love what you are burdened with.
