The Many Tragic Faces of Being (c)isyllis 2015-16
This tiresome tessellation of
seasons in me.
How will I decipher,
find the only truth that is there perhaps?
I exist in such wide range of colours,
that even my tetrachromacy fails me
I cannot render an image of myself today,
but a certain surge of power I feel.
beautiful…i loved your illustration
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Thankyou! 🙂 Yay!
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Wow! Stunning 😃
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Hey thanks so much Ryan 🙂
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