Shatter

the blue editionchapter one
Written By Gina Renee

I crashed into a wall yesterday. Usually I shatter, but instead of shards, petals. It was and is the letting go of the old season —the old way I knew to be and the old way of drinking up the sun. The petals fell, and I sunk into the soft, pillowy heap.


I rested.

There, the Sky; Gina Renee 2020acrylic and ink on canvas, photographic edit

There, the Sky; Gina Renee 2020

acrylic and ink on canvas, photographic edit

Gina Renee https://www.ginareneethecolor.com/
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