"... I might as well be in a garden

I said, ah a smell in the air is a dripping rose (you could be the one for me)

Another soul to meet my void then

Of anything bare that's made of gold

A physical kiss is nothing without it

And you close your eyes to see what it's done

The body that lies is built up on looking

'Cause all that remains before it's begun ..."

• -Chet Faker, Gold

Made this one on a plane journey, when I had just a pen and a diary, pages of which were waiting to be filled up with stories of the days gone by and the ones to come. 

Coffee & Colours  were added later, to bring the bare artwork to life. 

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