Maine

Flower clippings

It’s easier to remain silent for someone whose words only ever got twisted. (spoke in other forms though) Running from what? Nothing. And everything. Until they fell off the edge - or flew- and plunged into an epiphany where words can’t even translate, can’t touch you. “Don’t you come looking for me” on the wind.

The challenging thing with just using pen is that I can't paint over a mistake. I usually redo a face more than once. I didn't mean to make their face so stoic, it makes them look like a statue.