“I felt her so intensely words seemed unfit I needed to paint her grab colors with my hands and throw it at the canvas 'there' I would point 'this is my love for you.''”— Atticus, instagram.com
“I love her because she steals my socks, I love her because when I find her in them they never match, I love her because they are too big and they grey part for the heel sits far too high but she doesn't notice. I love her because she wears them to sleep and one always falls off and she wakes up in t…”— Atticus, instagram.com
“Holding her was never enough I needed to melt her into me to mix our colors like paint to fuse our atoms and make us one— but that as well would never be enough.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“He painted over her scars with every color he could find until she lost them in the setting sun.”— Atticus, instagram.com