The End


This piece took longer than usual because I didn’t like with the original face I painted so I cut out the hand and rose and did another. I like how this one turned out. Painted with watercolours. Use black fine point pen for detailing the rose and white gel pen for outlining the watercolour stains. I wrote my artist statement as a poem;

Our rose,
Blossomed under shooting stars,
Too delicate for our scars.

Danced on beaches and in hotel rooms,
Too fragile for your poisonous fumes.

Grew from the wild, unplanned,
Now it lay dead in my cold hand.




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