She had letters as her eyes.
Unopened, sealed, encrypted.
Only the ones who knew how to read could read them.
Had access to them.
Her eyes told everything that happened inside her.
It needed the right kind of person to understand and feel it.
And that kind of person had the power to protect and destroy.
All i wish when i see this painting, is, may these letter stay unopened until the person who knows how to take care of them learns the language.
Gouache on paper.
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