Can you turn the lemons of infidelity into lemonade?
“I tried to make a home out of you. But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing. Unknown women wander the hallways at night. Where do you go when you go quiet? You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once. In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me. What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here. What luck. What a fucking curse.”
The Details :
24” x 24” on 1.5” deep gallery wrapped canvas.
Textured mixed media (acrylic, found items, acrylic mediums). Wired and ready to hang.
Notes: Paintings are signed and titled on back. Photos are edited to match the true colours of the piece. Slight variances may occur.
