grey again. and as the rain came down, i pushed my graphite in to the white expanse and i finished her portrait. she is leaning against the wall, strapped to her board and smiling. we are both satisfied. but it is only for now. there will be another portrait of her. and another. and another.
a strange culmination of events and ideas... the art i've been looking at and the things i've been reading and all this twisting study... a prior version of myself has woken up. a stronger, more daring, less indecisive, less fearful version. and i push the graphite in to the white expanse until it is black and slick and reflective. an embrace. an acceptance. very much a locking together of the past with the present- an unapologetic view... something unashamed.
i want to be vague a little while longer. i don't want to get ahead of myself and share this work yet. i want to keep this dance between myself and the black i skid and push and end up wearing all up and down my arms, all over my face, within the length of my hair, and across the thighs of my jeans. just us. just we two. just me and you. dance. dance. so slow. warm. and breath beginning to quicken.
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