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This piece thrives off its excess. The pink-red bleeds into itself by being thick and relentless, like a feeling that doesn’t know when to stop, that moves past what’s reasonable. The form folds and stretches, caught somewhere between wanting and losing control. It sits at the point where love overwhelms the body where it becomes the line between you and everything else.
30×40
This piece thrives off its excess. The pink-red bleeds into itself by being thick and relentless, like a feeling that doesn’t know when to stop, that moves past what’s reasonable. The form folds and stretches, caught somewhere between wanting and losing control. It sits at the point where love overwhelms the body where it becomes the line between you and everything else.