Les Demoiselles d'Avignon, Pablo Picasso, 1907

We are strangers to each other but not to him,
Picasso; whose calculating heart gathers us, paints us, pastes us, and collages us into cubes of
of memento mori, the death rattle when a love affair ends, each of us will turn into a canvas of confession like above,
we who he loved first, last or still doesn't matter,all of us us captured and framed will beg for air eternally...
EDWIN
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen