VàZaki Nada

She asked me to paint her like a ghost, to strip her of the body structure that defined her and to expose the shades that were hidden behind, to shed light on the anatomy of her soul and show her how is it I saw her. She wanted to see how I loved her, she wanted to see why I loved her and I failed because what I saw was colorless madness and catastrophic magic, what I saw was too sacred to be painted and too sinful to be exposed; I saw the reflection of my own soul shadowing hers.







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