This painting is called The Hermaphrodite . As a lover- myself as an open, nurturing, feminine creature evolving within a world disrupted in a way that made me different. Death. It felt like getting older-not cynical, just different, estranged from previous reality or maybe finally mature. Am not the same now at this new time. My lover lifted me up, he made me beautiful, he set me apart and gave me strength. Then he died of a heart attack. I'll never be the same, something broke and mended. I like it. Still working on this painting, still working on the suffering too.
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