Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
I like the mixed media feel of this one and the fact that it's black and white. And also that it features a human form, which goes along with our theme of Identity. (textiles- instead of white paper use muslin and hand stitch)