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The Thing That Called Itself Love
  • The Thing That Called Itself Love
  • The Thing That Called Itself Love
  • The Thing That Called Itself Love
  • The Thing That Called Itself Love
  • The Thing That Called Itself Love
  • The Thing That Called Itself Love
  • The Thing That Called Itself Love
  • The Thing That Called Itself Love
  • The Thing That Called Itself Love
  • The Thing That Called Itself Love
The Thing That Called Itself Love

The Thing That Called Itself Love

$300.00 USD $325.00 USD

“The Thing That Called Itself Love” is a visual warning wrapped in charm. At first glance, the bold colors and ransom-note lettering might seem playful — but look closer, and the truth seeps through.


This piece speaks to the kind of love that wears a convincing mask — offering just enough comfort to keep you tethered, but slowly separating you from everything and everyone you care about. The pink goo oozing around the edges represents how this false love creeps in unnoticed, swallowing connection, identity, and self-worth until you’re surrounded by it — sticky, suffocating, and alone.


The hypnotic swirl pulls you inward, just like those fleeting moments of happiness that keep you hooked. But the text is a confrontation: “It’s not love if it consumes you.”

This painting is for every woman who has ever asked herself, “Why do I feel more alone in this relationship than I did before it?” It’s for the ones who are realizing — or have already realized — that love should never be a cage.