Originally Posted: February 4th, 2020
Updated: May 26th, 2020
This is a print of a poem called “Spring”:
SPRING Lips an ancient pink and skin riddled with wrinkles, I can see beauty in your smile. Of course, there is always something new passing between us: that limitless depth shines like the purest night sky through unfiltered eyes, as cherry blossoms fall to death, love, and rebirth in the ageless wind.
Here’s a post detailing the artistic process behind this piece: “Spring”