The best parts of me sing into the canvas in these. It chips at my heart sometimes. I want to feel lost in these deeply in the dark Winters. I can't avoid my memories in these brush strokes. They are not swords fighting off dragons but the rain on a mountain.
"this conqueror-image, a great many unadmitted despairs and confusions" James Baldwin.
glass42:
The colors and patterns of her clothing are different from what I recall seeing in your other posted work . . . Who in your memories wore it?
jaws318:
@glass42 my Abuela wore this on her 50th wedding anniversary sort of. I updated the cut because it was ankle length.
