Two shadowy figures stand face to face — merged, wounded, undeniable. Their silhouettes drip and blur, as if love here is not soft, but raw. Between them, a flash of red: perhaps a kiss, perhaps a cut. The boundaries are unclear — just like the emotions.
This painting is not about romance.
It’s about the kind of love that leaves marks.
The kind you choose — even when it hurts.
Bold reds, splattered blacks, and raw white textures frame the scene like an emotional bruise: intimate, violent, sacred.
