One of a kind.
"And I shall seek you endlessly, for I am a moth, and you’re my flame, Knowing that I’ll burn at your touch I return, for you’re a fire; untamed" — Zubair Ahsa
This painting is about returning to places we shouldn’t. Be it memories, places, or relationships. We know they can only hurt us, but we keep going back again and again. Is it some nostalgia that draws us back? Or is the pain of being burned better than nothing at all?
Moth dust
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One of a kind.
"And I shall seek you endlessly, for I am a moth, and you’re my flame, Knowing that I’ll burn at your touch I return, for you’re a fire; untamed" — Zubair Ahsa
This painting is about returning to places we shouldn’t. Be it memories, places, or relationships. We know they can only hurt us, but we keep going back again and again. Is it some nostalgia that draws us back? Or is the pain of being burned better than nothing at all?