"Drunken Beauty", acrylic painting, 2000
In a drunken stupor he has desire in his eyes
In her fuzzy state, she doesn't see through the lies
Tomorrow will be a headache, the loneliness of a bruised heart
But living in this moment, she feels connected not apart.
Does the wicked beverage amplify the real
Underlying thoughts, what they really feel?
Or more likely it destorts all reality
Creating an attraction where one wasn't meant to be
If our inhibitions were under our control
What kind of thoughts would we find lurking in our souls?
The true motivations, see that we do not dare
Did she really love him, did he really care?
The alcohol itself is not the evil thing
It is all in fun, soberness has the sting
The reflections on behavior, an incessant doubt
Was anything for real? what was it all about?
"The Wait", photograph, 2000
