El Ahorcado

I saw you there,
in my dream, at the end of the road,
you were dressed in black, like death.

I saw you there,
gone, forgotten, like the passage of time.

Withered flowers in your hand you carried,
i tried to call you,
your eyes wanted to answer me,
but your feet got out of the way.

Goodbye, old friend.

During Christmas 2018, the artist transforms the suicide of her former lover onto her canvas.

This painting is made in aerosols, markers and acrylic on canvas.

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