One girl’s hunger stirred the other’s appetite. The more one ate, the more the other craved. So they ate, and ate, and ate. Lips crashing up and down like violent waves, tearing through hangers, sofas, sunglasses, lipstick, platform heels, trucks, teakettles, bike chains, flower petals, throw pillows, tractors, diamond rings, lightbulbs, glowing screens, power cords, jean jackets, and flesh.
Over the past three years, I’ve compulsively painted heartbroken women that magically grow larger, stronger, and scarier than the world around them. As the paintings grow in number, I grow just a little larger, stronger, and scarier too.