“Love Sucker”
150 × 120 cm, acrylic on canvas
150 × 120 cm, acrylic on canvas
How can we suck at love yet suck for love? On the outside love is mocked, but deep inside it’s mourned. Staggering between tenderness and rage aching to have our heart held knowing it might get broken - again. Becoming the hunter and the hunted in this chaotic game. Love has become both weapon and wound spiraling out of control. It is a delicate dance - and faith is on the decks.
She’s offering a mirror — for every time you’ve held desire in one hand and disappointment in the other.
Tension and rebellion veil an infinite capacity for devotion.
Tension and rebellion veil an infinite capacity for devotion.
This is what I give, and this is how it bleeds.
