art by KMR
She draws pictures as if they're underwater. With water stains and coffee marks, her canvases were wrinkled with dew and liquid drops that rippled the paper. Rain scattered everywhere it did not belong, in small doses that overcame the parched paintings, in uncontrollable patterns and smudges. The emotion was as if each painting had seen her crying, and the sight could have them think of nothing else but the tears that flowed forth. And so, the paintings, no matter how dry, and the drawings, no matter how rough, smoothed out into a blurred memory.
