the great conjunction
for just a moment, i thought i could fade into you –– a rare alignment of our ecliptic longitudes, bearing witness by naked eyes in starlight. how dizzying it is, to be drunk with the everything of you. to behold the everything of each other.
but it was just for a moment, a fleeting crossing of heavenly bodies. we are the conjunction that never became one, too tied to our separate pathways amongst the void. i rest in the peace of knowing none of it is real, in the knowing it will happen again, in the happening of falsity that begets real beauty. a trompe-l'œil to dream about.
one day, one day.
details: watercolors, acrylic, and charcoal on cold press watercolor paper
dimensions: 22” x 30"
shipping: each parcel is packaged with hard cardboard backing and wrapped in a protective sleeve to ensure that it reaches your home safely
signed on the back
for just a moment, i thought i could fade into you –– a rare alignment of our ecliptic longitudes, bearing witness by naked eyes in starlight. how dizzying it is, to be drunk with the everything of you. to behold the everything of each other.
but it was just for a moment, a fleeting crossing of heavenly bodies. we are the conjunction that never became one, too tied to our separate pathways amongst the void. i rest in the peace of knowing none of it is real, in the knowing it will happen again, in the happening of falsity that begets real beauty. a trompe-l'œil to dream about.
one day, one day.
details: watercolors, acrylic, and charcoal on cold press watercolor paper
dimensions: 22” x 30"
shipping: each parcel is packaged with hard cardboard backing and wrapped in a protective sleeve to ensure that it reaches your home safely
signed on the back
for just a moment, i thought i could fade into you –– a rare alignment of our ecliptic longitudes, bearing witness by naked eyes in starlight. how dizzying it is, to be drunk with the everything of you. to behold the everything of each other.
but it was just for a moment, a fleeting crossing of heavenly bodies. we are the conjunction that never became one, too tied to our separate pathways amongst the void. i rest in the peace of knowing none of it is real, in the knowing it will happen again, in the happening of falsity that begets real beauty. a trompe-l'œil to dream about.
one day, one day.
details: watercolors, acrylic, and charcoal on cold press watercolor paper
dimensions: 22” x 30"
shipping: each parcel is packaged with hard cardboard backing and wrapped in a protective sleeve to ensure that it reaches your home safely
signed on the back