Present Love

Love must be something, right? A lot of people talk about it. But I'm not very sure what it means. Feelings are complicated for me to understand anyway, so it's not unique to love. I suppose love is confusing for many people, but sometimes, it feels like everyone else understands much more about it than I do. Perhaps they are just better and more interested in pretending. Just because I don't understand feelings doesn't mean I don't have them. Rarely, but regularly, it feels like I feel a lot, actually. The feelings are all over the place in my brain & body, and all I can do is accept I'm on some ride, unbeknownst where it'll bring me. I think if I could accept that, my anxiety wouldn't be so bad. So I guess this is a painting about love for my girlfriend. Whatever that means -- perhaps the fact that I keep wanting to paint her.