Moody scenes are seen by all who wander into cool waters lit by paper candles floating endlessly in the fog.
Below you’ll find a soft pastel painting in which I attempt to emulate my favorite pastel artist, Les Darlow.
Your crippling depression brings all of those around you to their knees and so you’ve turned to holding the whip … More
… And yet I love to hear you sing because when your voice rings through the air, your honest soul … More
I guess I’ll write to see if I can evoke the thoughts within my heavy head and chest. I guess … More
There is strength in knowing that you’ve traveled far and true in the realms of what it means to be … More
I just didn’t mind the aching muscles and tired temples right before the dawn. I wanted to explore new territory … More
Underneath the full moon I muster all the strength required of oceans to swish into shores in darkness. The sands … More
Remember me in your bathtub, Rising upwards like a goddess The water dripping down my body… Your life source still … More
The body is a flower, sensitive at times and course at others. After the rain, leaves are replete with water … More