beside, between, within.

2’x8′  Acrylic & Charcoal on Canvas

Sitting here with you, not one is first or last.  We take up space in no particular order.  I wear your braided hair like a scarf and you, rest your cheek upon mine, because the floor is cold and damp.  Your freckles are magnificent. We forget about the time. We make plans, diagrams.

available for purchase featured in MAKERS MAGAZINE ISSUE :4 Women