You paint such a pretty picture. All soft tones, pastels and delicate curves. You yield to the eyes, all invitation and welcome. There is nothing hard about you, no edges, no sharp lines. Everything is ever so slightly out of focus, finger smudges blending your lines together.
I want to deface you, splash lurid reds and dark, malevolent blues all across your soft tones. I want to create the contrasts that those pastels were designed to augment, enhance, embellish. I want to spray bits and pieces of myself over you, in a way that would make Pollock proud.
The idea isn’t to obscure you, and cover you with petty graffiti; I aim to elevate you into something transcendent and powerful, build on the bed that you’ve made, and perhaps get it a little messy at the same time.