April 2017 | ink print | 18" x 24"
The points are grabbing the attention in the eyes of the beholder, trapping them. What do they want? “Come here,” they say. How beautifully calm they are. Lust is nothing but a game, let’s play. The curls sing a song. Now we are closer. But, there’s not just one voice, there’s two. Wait, where’s the exit? Swimming away now, the tentacles are tightening, eyes falling straight center, swirling into their abyss.