4.5 x 5 acrylic & charcoal on canvas
after foraging alone for many hours, we find each other at dawn. there is an opening in the thickness and though i remember arranging these plants, by the window or in clusters to conceal the furnace, i do not recall the density. in the clearing there is an understanding.
juice drips onto the floor as we squeeze, yet no one moves to clean it up.
(NFS-collection of Celsa Rose)