Basically, this is a self portrait I painted by covering a board in the last of my paints one day and quickly adding lights and darks before it all dried. Just an experiment. When it did dry, i scratched in a poem.
‘I want to dedicate these brown eyes to her husband, the fear me father.
His eyes always quick to judge,
that look down at the daughter who’ll never meet his expectations,
even if she wanted to.
I want to dedicate these rough sketches to his wife, the quitter.
Who’s a better spender and cleaner
than a mother.
I want to dedicate thse bitten nails and scarred wrists to the boys gone by
with warm hands and tilting eyes
who seemed so worth it
for too long.
I want to dedicate these smiles to the girls
twisted around their fingers.
I want to dedicate every heartbeat to the boy with his head on my pillow
sleeping beside me
who walks in the rain
and kisses my cheek.
I want to dedicate these journal entries to everyone who didnt know me.
And I want to dedicate these secrets and thoughts to anyone who thinks that they do.