Not by Keith Haring

I'll be honest — this one made me smile the whole time I was painting it. Keith Haring was a force. Bold lines, raw energy, a heart that meant something to everyone. I'm not him, I never will be, and that's exactly the point. This is my little nod across time to a master who proved that simplicity is never small. A heart radiating outward, black on white, brushwork loose and alive — it's a conversation, not an imitation. Wintering Down slows things down, sure, but some flames don't dim with the season. His didn't. Mine won't either.