Drawing someone my soul knew a hundred years ago seemed a terrifying ordeal, one that could only be unsatisfying. I finally persuaded myself to begin by not choosing a particular person. With every pen stroke your form emerged so easily. So naturally I hardly had to think. I knew your face the moment I sketched it. Your beautifully spirited heterochromatic eyes. The familiarity, the comfort in seeing you again brought tears to my cheeks, and through them came your name. How foolish was I to ever think something as weak as time could thin a love so profound as ours?
Jade Black is an often pretentious but always soulful multi-discipline, multi-genre creative, who finds worthiness in the complex and love in the spirited. www.jadeblack.altervista.org Insta: @jade_black21 Twitter/X: @JadeBlack21