She sees all, the Moon above us. She cheers our beginnings, claps in our journeys, and grieves while overseeing out endings. How many Moons did we see together, you and I? How many times did you doubt my words, and question my commitment to the awe of her, the emotional connections as though we emotional tides coming in an out - me with my belief, and you with your lack. Did she know do you think, the Moon? That we were two ships on a vast ocean doomed again to swim around each other and never quite dock together? Did she see this great love ending, and shed a tear when I did? Would she have stopped it if she knew, our did she watch over the season that was us all knowing, all seeing, and sad to her core when the season was done?
MEDIUM
Acrylic, Gouache & Enamel on Canvas
DIMENSIONS
34.5 X 34.5 cm (Oxide Red Textured Frame)