Traveling through the continuum, in terms of months, blinks or ideations, I found myself alone with both portraits. Less as mementos to be storaged and more as surfaces to be hidden.
The first layer consisted of hair, ash from incense, dirt and dust, nail remains, acrylic and canvas. An eighth to last minute decision included a deeply saddening capture of a moment, burned into (although intentionally: from) the mind and dropped uncarelessly onto my surface.
Coat the third was concocted of fabric medium, soy acrylic, super glue and cream foundation with enamel ejaculate voluntarily yet forcefully squeezed upon it via tube. Followed by the press of a brush and bottle of make-up cleanser to it in a determined movement to bring them all somewhat together.