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Pollution pollination.

The perfect They were the perfect unit, he was red because he was always angry and mad, she was yellow, she
brought light in his dark. In each other’s back, they carried their own baggage, she learnt to let hers go
but he didn’t know how to do that. He was polluted.
copulation, He consumed her, she filled him and even in his angry state he still felt happy with her but when the

tables turned, in his absence she was no longer the happy girl they all knew and loved, she was
which something else, something she didn’t understand.
Pollution starts slow, and when ignored, it becomes something that can no longer be fixed. And if it can
turned out be fixed, it will take an even longer time to clear all the clutter. They had babies, in their imperfect
world spilling green, black on their empty canvas, becoming a beautifully complicated piece of art.
Bringing pollution like life into this masterpiece.
to be

destructive

in the

end,

powerful in

the

Acrylic on Canvas
beginning. i: 24’ by 36’

2020