The longing to receive feelings, the canvas craved
a mishmash of personality and purple anxiety.
Prime colours meeting new tones
smudged over palm and fingernails.

Back and forth from the murky water,
brushing intimate with the whiteness,
forging a new two-dimensional genesis.

The face became asymmetrical of
a female ethereal figure
surrounded by deep green, full-of-life leaves.
The purple surrounded her,
consuming her growth and trying to contain it.
It became the backdrop for her life.
This spiralling out-of-control thoughtlessness
this, in fact, deep rumination and self-destruction.

Sat painting for hours...

Paint all over hands, clothes, and sofa...

The backdrop of her life...

The backdrop of my life...