Artists often portray themselves in their work. I am my art, in most cases, and if others see me through my art then that is beautiful. Thus, if that is the case then many who view this illustration may say I am this woman that is partly in the shadows of love with only the lips and eyes lit. Of course, they are the entryway to my heart and my hand is reaching to touch this man that remains in the shadows, hidden from view, but it barely makes contact. We touch only the tips of our nose and all that embraces us is the air we breathe. It is there that life connects us and words fail us and the beating heart is the only scribe.
When I first drew this piece I titled it A Beautiful Man and it is evident, in her eyes, that is who this woman sees.