#thevictors

FINGERS DANCE ALONG THE LENGTH OF SILKEN BRAIDS, ADMIRING THE PATIENCE AND SKILL it took to complete such intricate design. eyes lift, glittering in sudden excitement, breath drawn from her lips as arrangement is drawn in her mind. her head tilts, a peek beyond marceline’s shoulder, wide amber greens resting upon paled cheeks.    ‘  can she play?  ’    she questions,  lips split in a grin -- golden fingers lifting strands of braided silk, a reference to her wish.    ‘  pretty -- like her’s.  ’    head turns, a reveal to the strands of gold and vibrant beads weaved among toussled raven waves -- an example of her work, should marceline grant the dragon permission. ever the fan of beauty. ever gracious to beloved friends.

THE BACCHAE (THERMO), 2020. 10" x 10½"

‘  HEY ! PLAY THAT AGAIN ― I THINK THEY’RE RESPONDING.  ’    voice shifts from exclamation to whisper, attention returning to the soft and sweet creatures upon her table -- a test of change and longevity.