I almost religiously spot my sheets in tribute to you. I don't know if I should be ashamed. I enjoy the energy that runs through me. But truly I wonder about your well being. The idea that you're probably unwell pains me. I don't know how to mend your scars. My own scars seem scrapes against yours. Do you want me to attend to yours? I can't think to do anything else. I'm drawn to the work. But I don't know what to do.
two-toned // art // thoughts
im learning abt the softness within me
[one: magdalena abakanowicz]
[two: marina abramović]
[three: olga albizu]
[four: jane alexander]
[five: helena almeida]
[six: tarsila do amaral]
[seven: ghada amer]
[eight: anna ancher]
[nine: lucia anguissola]
[ten: sofonisba anguissola]
[11: janine antoni]
