BIRU

16” x 20”, oil on canvas, 2025

journal fragment (2/3/25):

blush, look away

why are you afraid?

“what are you?” you ask in perverse fascination

poking and prodding

begging me to fit

lost, found

sick, healed

straight, gay

wrong, right

good girl, bad girl

simply,

i am

divine truth made manifest

blessed be the hunger

that first bite of the apple

blessed be the force that keeps my heart beating

it’s red hot, and it keeps on burning

look at me, hold my gaze

am i making you feel sick?

i dare you to love me because of it