RED: Loving from the inside out

SOLITUDE, Acrylic on canvas

It was a time of infatuation. So desperate to be adored. Fixated on romance, that would never bloom. Sadness. Solitude. The anger of red. The color of love. Swept up in blue until I knew: you need to love yourself first. 

The song written back then is "The Spell:"

In a cowardly shape

I drew a cape

To fly a farther field

And in my escape

A dulling ache

Convincing me to yield

All day here

All day long

All day here

All day long

The powerful dust

And tranquil lust

Is ready for a fight

But the glamorous red

Won’t match the color

Of my appetite

All day here

All day long

All day here

All day long

On a dangerous road

You came to hold

A fragile honesty

In a shadow it took

A healthy look

To cast a spell on me

All day here

All day long

All day here

All day long

Once upon a long time

I drew a line

Connecting you to me

In a desperate approach

I grew the hope

You’d love me endlessly