“We’d dismantled the fortress she had built… The army she had raised… The future she had planned. And the entire wolrd was about to know she had failed. Taken down by a gamer, a junkie and a small towndelinquent.”
6:10 p.m. riley. are you awake? 6:13 p.m. farkle. yes. 6:14 p.m. riley. what are you doing right now? 6:15 p.m. farkle. nothing, really. 6:15 p.m.farkle. (unsent) i’m staring at the glow in the dark stars glued to my ceiling and thinking of you, of dark skies and expanding horizons and stardust rushing through your veins, of how there is stardust scattered in a straight line down your chest and how you hold constellations, planets, stars between your fingertips, how you tilt your head back by fifty seven degrees exactly when you laugh and how the entire time i’m holding my breath. 7: 02 p.m. riley. i’m too much sometimes aren’t i? 7: 02 p.m.riley. i always say the wrong thing at the wrong time and everything ends up in a mess, doesn’t it? 7: 02 p.m.riley. farkle. 7: 02 p.m. riley. am i a walking disaster??? 7:10 p.m. farkle.(unsent) you don’t know it, do you? that the world doesn’t deserve you, the girl who burns and conflagrates and ignites and rages against the breaking of the dawn. you don’t that you are the sky just before it begins to rain, the first lick of chocolate ice cream on the first day of summer, you are the first rush of dying stars bleeding yellow and white and brilliant, brilliant light, that you deserve more than a boy who shatters your heart by not choosing, you– 7:20 p.m. farkle. never. :) you’re always going to be you, and that’s good enough, i think. 8:34 p.m.riley. i think i’m going to bed now. 8:34 p.m.riley. good night. 8:34 p.m. riley. i love you. 8:37 p.m. farkle. i love you. 8:37 p.m.farkle. too. 8:37 p.m. farkle.(unsent) you don’t know how much.
––––––four thousand five hundred and seventeen miles from earth.
He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
Because I’ve been so excited about the recent Person of Interest season finale, I decided to revisit my older paintings of Reese and Finch - they are among, if not actually, my favorite portraits I’ve ever done, and deserved some touchup and refinement. This show has come so far and raises such interesting questions - it’s a privilege to paint these characters (and hopefully I’ll do more this year during the hiatus!)