I started a short story on a couple of gay lovers many years ago, one of them human, one of them a fallen angel. An erotic love story. It’s on this blog but it’s private. I need to rework it. In the meantime I felt like making a new drawing reminding me of my old love series. It’s less good because I’m out of practice and because I still haven’t bought gouache or acrylics. One thing at a time. I’m curious what will come of this.

I can fly
But I want his wings
I can shine even in the darkness
But I crave the light that he brings
Revel in the songs that he sings
My angel Gabriel