There are always those long left unwritten letters, those unsent texts, the phone call that didn’t connect, and we lie in bed and think “I hope they know how much I love them.” This is an ode to all the love you send into the ether, it will find them well.
Acrylic on 12×12” canvas
There are always those long left unwritten letters, those unsent texts, the phone call that didn’t connect, and we lie in bed and think “I hope they know how much I love them.” This is an ode to all the love you send into the ether, it will find them well.
Acrylic on 12×12” canvas
