If the woman in this painting could talk, she would only say one word: “dahhhhhhhhling”. Her voice would be throaty and grizzly, worn out from one-too-many cigarettes. It would also be filled with irony, as if she were sharing an inside joke with herself, yet it would still sound warm and bosom-friend-like. I really want to meet this girl somewhere, but that may be a difficult task to achieve, as she probably lived some time in the 40s or 50s. I feel like just being around her would make me posh-er.

If that didn’t make sense to you, then I’m sorry to inform you that you are normal.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca




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