French-American artist, inspired mostly by pop art, everyday style that you can come across in magazines, in the street, or on TV, I love to work with bold colors and strong compositions, somewhere on the verge of reality.
she would turn in her sleep sometimes onto her left side her backspine of stairs to climb
I would often awaken then and turn onto my back face up into the darkness my right hand bent not quite under my neck but palm flat against the cool underbelly of the pillow edge and knuckles hard against the mattress though not to bust its lip
my left leg would stretch out toes first and easy between her legs at rest above her ankles
then as she slept unaware my left hand would trace the crown of her hip and I would close my eyes and feel all of her sleeping breaths