shrills of erotic fire.
gesture of moment
caught in ecstasy
split second decision
Take the memory, not the object. Leave no trace behind. Stand beyond, admire within; a moment and then it is gone.
Is it really? Oh No! It lives eternally within.
This little painting, a symbol of not holding anything back; giving it my all; living for the day; and all the cliches one can muster! This little painting, mad joy in the palm of my hand. My heart I give to you; not as emotion, but Classically; as in action.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower
I invite you to engage in conversation with me and others; allow it to spread safe and organic. One drawing, one person, one humanity. Comment, like, follow, reblog, and share; I love you; my dearest world. Let’s do this; Let’s make it happen; together.
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