Cold Leftovers by Bhare

Under the blinking warm bulb
rests a quaint little bed
on a small broken frame.
Struggling to peel my legs
from the sheets
my body tumbles
Onto the shag carpet,
full of dust and ruby hair.

One foot in front of the other
we drag 140 pounds
down the stairs,
across scratched laminate,
to a fridge,
decorated with fingerprints
reaching to the back
for week-old leftovers.

In this solo presentation, ideas once left behind take center stage. Through this series of battle-worn paintings, Bhare sifts through the good, the bad, and the ugly—depictions of ordinary life layered with color and line, emotions at their peak of instability, and things better left unsaid. He reflects on whether he has discovered a deeper well while growing as an artist or if his past ideas will outshine anything he could create in the future. The remnants of his emotions run cold, but with the right care, they could be warmed into something great.