masterpiece

There are times still, in a distant retrospect which plays in a backward looping circle of endless memorial transitions between who I was and who I am dreaming to become.I faintly remember watching them laugh when I painted my first masterpiece. ‘It is too blue, as if someone whitewashed it with hurt’‘It is disfigured andContinue reading “masterpiece”

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