Bury my body hypha-marble-arch planting her roots in his

planting her roots in his blood so her love rains through his veins

subtly implying that chilling

It is third in a series of tondo paintings on board

the whimsical isolated scene is cropped to where the person's arms and legs are visible

is an ancient origin story

Bury my body hypha-marble-arch planting her roots in hisBury my body was never just about a picnic. Its about the dance of paint and light, the resistance to control, the attempt to keep something alive. The figures sit in an atmosphere thick with memory: the warmth of sun on skin, a subtle breeze, the hush of grass. Longing glances and the space between them. The painting holds onto a feeling a memory of how summer once felt. Its not a scene, but a recollection built in layers. A search for emotion over