Exit Vectors: Breath Of Petals

Prompt: A face emerging from a tangle of flowering vines and thorns, lips parting to reveal garden inside, moths flutter from the eyes. Creative Process: Dreams leaked through my brushstrokes that night, spilling memories of ophelia drowning in roses instead of water. the moths came uninvited, like they always do, drawn to the warmth of closed eyelids and parted lips. i painted this during a fever, when the boundary between sleep and wake dissolved into petals. the butterflies insisted on being orange - they whispered it was the color of forgotten summers and lost letters..