Fool’s Love: The Flame that Forgets It’s Fire

He stands clothed in myth, crowned not by conquest but by absurd devotion. In the fool’s garb, he does not hide—he reveals. This is the love that doesn't ask to be understood, only remembered. It laughs while bleeding, it burns while bowing. Because sometimes, the only thing truer than wisdom… is foolishness that refuses to close.

This is not satire. This is sacred absurdity. A mirror of the parts of you that still dare to love like it’s your first heartbreak.

24" x 36" 

Acrylic, Aerosol, Markers on Canvas