With Lips Like an Island Lily Red Wet with the Soft Rain Kisses of the Night

The title is a line I couldn’t put down. It’s the way we actually speak about beauty here — long, weathered, unafraid of being lush. This is a Caribbean way of loving: name every part of it, and take your time.

I stitched this piece slowly. The reds and the greens don’t compete; they lean into each other the way rain leans into leaves. There’s a wetness to the image that only shows up if you get close enough — a slight sheen in the thread I used only in this piece.

For collectors who love poetry as much as they love painting — and who understand that our language is our art too — this piece was made for your wall.