This was meant to be a happy painting but an article I read about rape got entangled in the painting process. The mood of the painting disturbed me and I started writing the odd word down on paper until I had created a kind of a sonnet; it was almost an obsession to put the words down and yet I felt and still feel as though I was tempering in an obscure manner with a beautiful poetic form ... just like rape.
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http://www.celesteprize.com/eng_artista_blog/idu:59553/idb:825/
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