"A Portrait Is Never Just Paint"
They told me art is creation.
That it brings beauty to life.
But what if I say art is destruction?
That with every stroke I make, I am not giving life to the canvas—
I am killing something inside me?
When I paint a woman, I do not paint her skin.
I paint her vulnerability.
Her surrender.
The moment she breaks for me—
the second she realizes she cannot breathe without me.
That is the moment I immortalize.
I do not want a muse who poses.
I want a soul that collapses in my arms and says,
"Destroy me. Strip me down to my atoms. Make me yours."
Because a portrait is never just paint.
It is lust sealed in color.
It is worship captured in lines.
And when I'm done…
she will no longer belong to herself.
She will belong to me.
And even her death will carry my scent.