17x35 cm / oil on canvas
Hail the sunny spotlights, on the window, glaring my consciousness, fading in tones, a sudden loss of crimson. Finally I’ll find you waiting, wanting my shell, my need to empty. Overboard goes the part that makes faces, that laughs and cries and knows not what. My possession is hope, the bravery of days, faith. I’m not afraid and mission accomplished, or so, or not. After all, much is much and all is none. And my baby shivers cold weather, knows not when to hide, may you be my sunshine.