...i love you, they said,oh, i love you. do you, too, love yourself? do you love me, say, do you really love me? i love myself too. and from sheer love they called each other radishes, they loved radishes, they bit into each other, out of sheer love one radish bit off anothers radish. and they told one another stories about wonderful heavenly love, and earthly love too, between radishes, and just before biting, they whispered to one another, whispered with all the sharp freshness of hunger: radish, say, do you love me? i love myself too... -Gunter Grass... this paragraph has been what i start with on a blank surface recently, and then i cover it and then i write it again only to ultimately cover it. this piece was executed in the dead of winter as i was slowly piecing myself back together after being asleep for close to ten years. it is emotion, i would paint for hours at night... it needed to come out...its oil on canvas, im not sure of the title but i am sure that it represents a bleeding heart, and it was finished in the winter of 08