Under my Skin IV

I stand
And suddenly understand
That you, Deep Night,
Surround me and play with me,
And I am stunned...

Your breath comes over me.
And from a vast, distant solemnity
Your smile enters me.

-Rainer Maria Rilke, "The Vast Night."

...I play dead
it stops the hurting
I play dead
and the hurting stops

It's sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
hug suffering
caress every ache...

-Excerpt from "Play Dead," by Bjork.

An extremely personal piece.
Watercolour and gouache.
*I realise this is a terrible photo, I'll try to fix it when I can. There is so much detail it hasn't captured, like the intricate network of veins I painted on each body...