I am falling in love with this painting. Every time some one walks into the room I feel like I’m introducing the love of my life, and each time I cross my fingers that the introduction will go smoothly. That you will at least like her, or see the good in her. I don’t expect you to love her like I do, but I want you to respect her and the relationship we have – to be happy for us. Maybe wish you could have what we have, because watching us interact is the closest thing to true love you have ever seen.
The painting is simply pigment on fabric, but I am only skin pulled across bone and some how we both have a soul.