LOVERS | Mixed media on paper

An ode to lovers!
“It seemed the kind of life we wanted. Wild strawberries and cream in the morning. Sunlight in every room. The two of us walking by the sea naked.
Some evenings, however, we found ourselves unsure of what comes next. Like tragic actors in a theater on fire, With birds circling over our heads,
The dark pines strangely still, Each rock we stepped on was bloodied by the sunset.​ ​ We were back on our terrace sipping wine. 

Why always this hint of an unhappy ending? Clouds of almost human appearance Gathering on the horizon,
but the rest lovely With the air so mild and the sea untroubled. The night suddenly upon us, a starless night.
You lighting a candle, carrying it naked Into our bedroom and blowing it out quickly.
The dark pines and grasses strangely still…”
(Clouds gathering by Charles Simic)