Painted Giraffe

I went to a lot of art exhibitions the other night and thought of you. I’m painting a giraffe right now. You always loved giraffes. I am crying into the paint and if I could sing I would sing your praises. It happens sometimes. I’ll be painting all morning after a night of going out and your face will be there. No one told me I would miss you. I guess I thought you’d live forever. It’s been years but I still think of you. I would link my hand in yours and we were the best of buddies. I remember your eyes. Bright blue and sparkly. Your smile could melt the room and everyone in it. So I’m painting giraffes today. If I close my eyes I can see your face again but for now they’re open. And in my heart I know you’d want my eyes to be open. I can’t promise to forget because that would be too hard. All I can do is treat others as you have always treated everyone else , with kindness and love in life and in paint.

Author: jodibonassi

I am a Los Angeles native. Really! Born in DTLA! My works lead the viewer into a dialogue about the connections and differences between people in contemporary times. The rich cultural diversity inspires me to look at the sometimes momentary but intense relationships experienced by people passing through or living in the urban environment. I am a metro queen, riding the rails and using my countless sketches and photographs for painterly portraits of people and creatures in an urban milieu. View all posts by jodibonassi