14x11 inch acrylic on paper / digital color alteration
One to another... a step, a fall, wishing it was a void but covered. It seems a pattern. Calm but the situation isn’t. I’m looking at me but the confrontation’s different. It doesn’t matter. Not because it’s supposed to but because it takes a soul to decide to have to. It’ll never last, breathing because I have to for the step, the fall, the crash.