« And now let’s welcome the New Year, Full of things that never have been » — As I paint the night with my screams Fireworks join me in this peticular choir, Red flashes illuminating my face — They’re highlighting the pain That comes when things end.
Étiquette : death
Souvenir
Tapes, from the « Souvenirs » painting series, by Okaasan/Nathalie Ferreres, mixed media on canvas, all rights reserved 2023-2024 She noticed the graphite scratching,The ink flowing ;Second scretched, As she lurked
Is life worth a tea?
What’s the worth of a life everything keeps passing through?This cigarette, it’s gonna be gone in a minute or twoI’m thinking of my relatives and they’re gonna be gone soonThis tea I’m drinking, I’ll forget aout it too
De laatste weg
There were no more step to take She wished she had thought about it sooner She would have taken more of them, she thought There were no last breath to take
Hidden in plain sight
Warmth is that spark,That paints in black,The ghostly surface, Heating my solace.