Blood on Your Hands I always wondered how hands so gentle with the painting of leaves and silk of thread could hit so hard. I would watch your hands as they stroked paint and drew genius remember the way they looked covered in blood last night. I will watch you mend a broken thing how you will handle a dead bird and cry tears over broken wings though it can feel no more. I will touch those hands although I fear what they will do to me when I am not looking and when I have just started to trust again. I always wondered how I could still love you why I cannot simply turn away leaving those hands to tear at thread and break the bones of already broken things.
Another sensitive work, a nice blend of masculine and feminine energy. I felt as if the artist was martial, too yang in fact, seeking only to bleed the yin energy from his partner to further his own longevity.
