20 inches by 24 inches, collage, framed with salvaged barn wood. Created from bits of torn paper adhered over an acrylic under-painting on wood panel; finished with two coats of UV protective varnish and framed without glass in order to showcase the wonderful texture created from the many layers of thick and thin papers.
He showed me what it was to cry - well you couldn't be that man I adored......Nothings fine I'm torn, I'm all out of faith...I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor - illusion never changed into something real......Bound and broken on the floor - you're a little late, I'm already torn.
The Doctor's two true loves. Both women reflect who the Doctor was and what he needed during his respective generations. War torn, the Ninth (and Tenth) Doctor needed Rose to show them what mercy, and even love, looked like. As for Eleven, he needed a strong and bold woman to offset his feigned simplicity. That's where River came in.
You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is the ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, There's nothing we can do Just let me go we'll meet again soon Now wait, wait, wait for me Please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep