gold

It’s been a while since I wanted to hold someone’s hand wanted to hold them in my arms and sketch their face, their smile melting into memory each time I paint it on feels like I’ve struck gold I want to keep on digging. June 2, 2016

my love for you

in a world of gods and loves and ashes, all I can hope for is for mine to be pure gold… love tracing down our backs, marking a code of innocence– this moment startled me, but the love I have for you, or had– it startled me more. August 2, 2015

The Return

The extraordinary powers of letting go, magic of feeling pen on paper skin– we are all cut out dolls made with razor sharp scissors let me let go and make my art the way I want to. I will whisper away those sad navy blues and caress them with specks of gold found only atContinue reading “The Return”