I really do not know where this came from. One minute I was gazing at Magritte’s painting…then I started my own painting and I even said out loud, “What are you doing this for?” So strange, because there wasn’t any intention in my mind, but I was aware that my hand was moving very purposefully. It was almost like I was watching myself paint….I swear. Really strange. Now that its done, I find it really moving. I feel the male figure needs comforting. The thing with having their faces covered.. you know.. how well do we ever really know anyone? Love is largely faith. I feel like they both WANT to believe in love so much. I dunno. I think I’ll keep this one for myself for a while.

conte, acrylic and enamel paint on 220gsm watercolour paper
42cm x 59.4cm