
IN THE MIND OF
WHENCUT GODDAMN...
He painted women very intimately
It seemed as though he had known them, through very close quarters
He looked deep into their eyes
There was a looming sense of passion and longing
It was something he knew excruciatingly well
For him, it meant looking in the mirror
For some, it meant pain and despair
For some, it symbolized an innate sense of strength
He didn’t know what it meant to share what was so personal
Something he made in such a moment he didn’t want to share with the world
His insecurities, his thoughts of feeling secure as the brush moved vividly
Tears began to roll down
As he begins to understand how an unprocessed emotion begins to heal
How it metamorphosizes into another form
A form he can touch and feel
A sense of longing, that can now be felt
By another
A feeling of being soothed
He goes to sleep.

Whencut Goddamn Submerged within his art



