Beachcrest Encounter

Take it away from me, go ahead. Go ahead, take it. It may have seemed that the words were in anger and demanding, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. The words were soft and pleading as if it was to sound the opposite of what desire was actually being expressed. My painting was at the brink of being flung into the ocean because I was unable to know which emotion I heard or which I felt. I reached for the Jameson's bottle at my side and poured an terribly unknown measure of alcohol down my throat and proceeded to stare even longer into her eyes, as I handed her the canvas. My loss, but also my gain.
Pencilpixels effect on an AI concept image.