Nociception & Nonsensical Metaphors

27 Canvas of tears and glass

It started with a small idea. Some acrylic paints, a few brushes, a few days.

Indestructible focus with every stroke. To bring you closer to me. Such concentration with each dip of my brush. Re-creating your face on a canvas in all it's stateliness... until it is done.

I can now step back and admire my work.

.....
The hues and contours have coloured my thoughts contemptuous with a sudden urge. An urge to destroy this canvas consumes me. It's not you, it never will be. I can't bring you closer to me and I'll never capture your beauty and charm which shant ever be reciprocated. It's simply not possible.
Nothing is...
on this canvas of tears and glass...