nude

from top to bottom, like a root, she stretched across the entire canvas, eyes, petals, closed ~ arms ~ melting ~ beewax ~ liquid ~ imitating water ~ outside the frame, you could see her stretched legs white, snowflakes her flawless body ~ it seemed to expand right before your eyes, like a deerskin stretched on a wooden log wall, in a hunting lodge, and to keep from falling, she was clinging, here and there, to a few nails, as if she was a spider that underscored the importance of roots, *(and, what if this power weakens, even when you are on a canvas? and what was held together can fall apart like a silk veil blown by the wind.)