“What is real about that?”
Was the question floating through screens or from the next room or the past or the future or just embedded in my desire? I turn in half light and see the look, your look and then it is gone and I wonder if it was ever there to start. That is when I hear the question asked. Coming through a curtain of soft gray fog that circles about me. I turn. There it is again. A smile. A look in your eyes. And I don’t care if it is real or not. Suddenly.
Space is 15″×20″ acrylic, ink and gesso on paper