I really want to make some deep meaningful comment on this picture because it's been sitting in my inbox, being beautiful and impressive and begging for a comment. Maybe something about the contrast between the rich, refined painting style and the scratchy, loose style... but I can't brain today, I have much of teh dumb. So will you accept a fav instead, even though it hardly expresses how much I like this picture?

Wish I had a "fucking greatness" folder to put this in.

You make such beautiful puzzles for me to decode. Or try, anyway.
Most interesting parts of Morgan's poem - the "broken people... I try to avoid" and "the only drug that didn't work for me". As in the other pictures, I get the feeling that Morgan has encountered far too many broken people in her personal life. The stitches on her throat that connect her to the plane of lines seem related to that - an unwanted reminder of how she too is healing, that she needs to heal. The drug bit - I don't think Morgan is a drug addict. Not to recreational drugs, anyway. She's too here, too real, to convey that feeling of scraping together for the next hit. Maybe prescription drugs. Or alcohol. Something mood-deadening, to help her past her pain and the pains she can do nothing about. Morgan's an adult, and while she doesn't like things being out of her control, she also dislikes being made to hope again. That wonderful feeling of discovery doesn't belong in her current life.
Her picture is utterly gorgeous. I love the soft volume of it, especially her hair and the shades of her skin and her neck, how they're full and organic, inviting the viewer to linger. It's such a contrast to the lines she's bound to at the neck. I stand by my "full of life" comment, but this essence of her seems to conflict with her reality, as she's stitched into the lines and there's an edge of red along her neck, as though she's bleeding.
Dominique is another matter altogether. Her speech is much more loose and visual and creative, and I commend you for making their personalities so distinct. From this, I gather that Dominique lives much more in her thoughts than Morgan and that she's more comfortable with the abstract. Existence also seems to be a theme with her - "corporeal form", "consciousness", what it's like to die (loss of existence).
Her picture continues the theme, with her neck starting off as scribbles of line and color, slowly gaining definition, though she's never quite as organically defined as Morgan. Unlike Morgan, she does not have a plane of lines/reality to come out from - she gains form from nothingness. Even the lines that cross her area start to be broken, as though they're unsure. And while Morgan's hair looks like a swirl in the current, Dominique's hair and tipped-back head look like she's falling through water, out of control, drowning (in sensation, if the poem is to be believed). Both her position and her poem speak to a certain lack of control - but it's different from Morgan's. Dominique seems to be wondering at it, commenting on it, while Morgan is frustrated by it and taking action to redefine herself. (And may I just say that I love Dominique's hair, it looks like tendrils of ink spilled drop by drop into water.)
The most fascinating part is the splash of color - the red almost connecting them. Red symbolizes many things, of course, and it may symbolize life or blood here. But the way Dominique's neck looks - like ripped fabric, and the red is spilling out like a fraying ribbon. Not like blood, more like tendrils of her essence. And they're reaching towards Morgan's, whereas Morgan's tendrils look more... purposeful, smooth lines with fewer curves, like growing plants out of her blood. Dominique's looks involuntary, like a reaction, while Morgan's look like they want this to happen. And to bring in another reference, when the tendrils finally meet, it could mean sharing life/blood - or it could be the Eastern legend of the red string that connects two people who are meant to be. Only Morgan and Dominique aren't following that thread, they're weaving it, as they drift closer and closer.
That's all I've got for now! Take your time on this project, it seems to be one of those ideas that likes to grow in dark corners and only needs the occasional watering. Much less immediacy. But you've grown so much as an artist and a writer. It's amazing.

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stunning *_________________*

I got to watch this whole thing come together, and I feel really lucky to have seen it. This really is an incredibly beautiful and inspiring and just so... Gosh darned mesmerizing!

I hope I can catch another one of your streams sometime, Ty.