As human beings, we can speak through our eyes, with our
hands and body, but why do we have languages? Why do we speak? Is it a simple
question? And what is ‘it’?
I’m curious to hear some thoughts on this, please. Pretty Please. If you're reading this, please let a thought out.
Today I’m spending the day with a great and beautiful friend
of almost 25 years, Christine. The piece featured here is in here honor; it’s
titled “Mi Negra.” It’s my funny way of calling ‘her my “N”’ word. It’s a portrait of her from when we spent
a day together a few years ago. Aside from wearing a black dress and black
Prada sunglasses, she has a Hello Kitty tattoo near another tattoo of a cherry
blossom tree. Upon request, I asked her to have a fallen cherry blossom tattooed
at the bottom. She did. That’s what the red ‘stuff’ falling from her dress
represents. It’s me, the fallen angel.
Again, why do we speak?
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