I painted this self portrait in 2024 and it has only hung up prominently in my house in 2025. I call it an ode to Sara
honey
on new romance
your light, my heart
of love and softness
not tonight
sometimes when I see you smile i imagine that it is me you smile for i like to see the small crease on the left side of your lip and there my eyes often linger when you’re unaware i have dreamt of that fold of your honeyed skin sometimes I think you see me- seeing... Continue Reading →
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