Katerina, A Thousand Love Stories

Could you feel how he feeds my soul you would see centuries past…
white gloved hands, crisp Victorian lace and wet woolen captain’s coat.
This moment, he is Mine and Mine alone.
No other can sway his love; heighten him as I do.
He turns into me…emanating life; unconscious nuzzling
him into me, asleep.

Oil on canvas
28″ x 22″

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