y. 2026
24in × 48in
“Summer rain collected my visions. Living with you was a decision, from the heart. Or my art. Or my heart. What was I thinking? I’m hidden in your synastry. Why don’t you speak to me? On a day when the thunder is applauding me louder than I wish you could. Or your my lightning burning holes in my gut. My butter. My butterflies escaped. I can’t remake this up. She roars. She hunts. She’s wild. Like the wild fires. I’m fanning a flame with conviction. I know this tip is useless. I just want the tip, it’s useless. A painting. Compounding design. Take thy brush and then shine. I suppose I love you still.“ - Sheanni
y. 2026
24in × 48in
“Summer rain collected my visions. Living with you was a decision, from the heart. Or my art. Or my heart. What was I thinking? I’m hidden in your synastry. Why don’t you speak to me? On a day when the thunder is applauding me louder than I wish you could. Or your my lightning burning holes in my gut. My butter. My butterflies escaped. I can’t remake this up. She roars. She hunts. She’s wild. Like the wild fires. I’m fanning a flame with conviction. I know this tip is useless. I just want the tip, it’s useless. A painting. Compounding design. Take thy brush and then shine. I suppose I love you still.“ - Sheanni
