Look What You Pulled Out of Me
35 ½” x 25 ½” Watercolor and acrylic on paper
Sitting across from the man I thought I would know forever, I listened, every sentence becoming a painting in my head. “Look what you’ve pulled out of me”, he said. What did this Scorpio mean? My ambiguity was reflected in his scorpion talons. The scorpion has no mercy and the venom of his heartlessness struck me.