Dreams Lost

This work started out as a graphite portrait of my Uncle when he was a kid, it was missing something I just couldn't catch his gaze. The look in his eyes was as if he was in a haze, and in the 90's we lost a lot of good men & woman last in the green haze

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Cateyes Cry

Cateyes cry tears that tell the truth, in the reflection the abuse can't hide through your sunny disposition and happy as can be facade the beating of your love clouds the sky My Cateyes cry for your longing to be held like the queen you are but instead your likened to slavish lust that drowns your pride and dilutes the rays of sun raining from your eyes Cateyes cry for understanding of your soul, to feel as one with the world but loneliness engulfs your heart until the love you pray for answers your dream is the end of loneliness to be unseen

I did this painting to give a visual of my words, the beauty of a woman that has been beaten done emotional til she finds solace in her own darkness

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