The good, the bad & everything in between.
Portrait of Suzanne Bloch Pablo Picasso, 1904. It is an uninspiring haiku coming from a drunk today. I don't really give a fuck if you do or not, but I really fucking miss this person in my life and want to talk to him even if I cannot at this state right now (yes, I…
The Blind Man's Meal Pablo Picasso, 1903. You tried to investigate the sources of my pain. Darling, you mustn't worry, I knew you did it out of love. That's how the typical fairytales end: the knight in shining armor swoops up the damsel in distress. You were desperately trying to rewrite my sorrows into happily ever…
Girl with a Pearl Earring Johannes Vermeer, 1665. I've always been aware that this was a mistake. I just actively chose to ignore it. Sure, the decision wasn't right, nor was it wrong, but it was in a deep hue of gray. Our moment started shortly after the introductory glance; you were the moth, and…
Dante and Virgil William-Adolphe Bouguerau, 1850. They told me how toxic and damaging you are ever since I could remember. I'm more than just painfully aware of this fact. It was confusion at first. I was quizzical as to why anyone would love you, and how some (literally) couldn't live without you. There were barely any…
The Kiss Francesco Hayez, 1859. I considered you as a spark of spontaneity derived from intoxication at first sight. Nothing more, nothing less. It was no strings attached, whimsical gesture that was completely out of my character. I needed to, it was you. Somehow we still ended up getting intertwined and attached. It began, not without its…