A metaphorical piece, representing the ending of an infatuation. The high of idealism, replaced with sobering reality. Dreams of warm encounters, cooled by the palpable taste of mutual imperfection. You finally see something for what it is, with its faults, its complexities and its darker corners. Yet ironically its only then, if ever, that you can truly appreciate its greatness and potential. And that’s when you find hope. And sometimes love.
Oil on Canvas, 40x55cm