The Cuts 8



Oil on canvas
1,20m x 1,00m

Cut 8 - Cut of love
I want to love, but I can not surrender myself with treachery.
I can take a cut, cut of abandon.
How many foolish cuts ..
The smarter, the dumber ...
We invented formulas of loving and forgetting love.
Love walks with its rational, solitary excuses.
Postmodern love? Decadent.
Sex love in any way that kills.
Lack of love that kills.