Madonna malocchio, pt. I & pt. II. Oil on paper, 7”x10” each, 2019.
Impregnated by all that she sees in the world, she gives birth through the tear ducts of the third eye that spans her torso. Her joy is born as flesh and blood and bone, and her sorrow is salt-water that she casts into the sea. The water level keeps rising.
Today is my birthday; when my mother was the age that I am now, she was pregnant with me.
