& I just want to be able to step back
And admire the masterpiece
But right now, I’m an ugly stain
(cover me with white and start again)
The metaphors within the work echo back the vocabulary of a (particular) romance. In love, we believe, like the application of a pure white gesso, we can begin again. There is nothing that washes clean our history. The hurts are wrinkles which can be smoothed, but many scar. When painting over the tangled newsprint with a base coat, I discover its (emotional) topography: its smooth soft expanses of loose paper vs. its hard, angry, crumpled knots.