One a.m. is for the lonely and the poor of soul. They lack the ability to fall into the sheets of night and cannot stay up long enough to see the opportunities the pink light of dawn offers on a lucid Saturday morning. Lovers do not lay awake at two a.m. and ask loaded questions to the moon; instead they tuck gracefully into the crevices of one anothers bodies and soundly whisper sweet, sweet sentiments of praise between their breaths. One a.m. is only known by those falling into maddening discomfort and felt by those who yearn for the nights when sleep meant crawling into bed with someone who needed and wanted you, just until the sun rose up.
Travel favors I painted for my friend Tessa who’s heading to New York city this summer, as “Chicago has nothing left for me” quote.
An avid lover of horses the first one is titled “Follow your Spirit… animal.”
The second one is ” Whale, come back home eventually.”