Red Stone

24 x 24 x 1.5 inches
Acrylic, spraypaint, marker, oil pastelA colour of passionA wandering mind in the depths of loveAn untouchable thrillthat can not sit stillIt’s contemplatingWhether or not the suffering is worth the pleasure.That is actually the true beauty of it allBeing challenged to introspectTo admit our faults and simply forgiveTo allow someone to be so close yet miles away.More – The prize we are conditioned to seekThe unreachable, an infinite cycleThe crazy love stories from the moviesThe ones that are based on intensity and toxic dependancy.But somehow both characters always end up happy.To love another, we must respect ourselves enough to listen to our boundries.Appreciate our own company.If not, we’ll be pulling each others souls, ripping each others positive outlook on life.All for the simple idea, that was sold to us in the movies: « Deciding to stop somethings is giving up. Failing».Sometimes it’s simply self-care, realising that most relationships in our life will come and go yet from each we will grow.Crossing paths with people for years that are now strangers, unknown identities.A distant but joyful memory.Departures don’t always need to lead to emptiness.