what to wear when…art escapes herself. people trapped in an oil painting - their stories are told but what of the canvas? she only wanted to love them, to scoop them from their graceless, pointless, artless lives and cradle them safely inside her. she gave them evocative swaths of painted protection and colors deep in hue. she gave them godhead, the power to recreate the laws of earth, to poetically bend perspective and introduce the impossible. she gave them immortality. she gave them meaning. and they clawed her open and crawled away. so if they will not be hers within her world of linseed and history, they will be hers in theirs: she will crack her gold carved frame, split her encaustic bones, bleed her colors, and burrow into into their hearts. she will brim their veins with pigments and paint their ventricles lurid.
post 125 of an infinity-part series
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