Beauty does not rely upon some thing to be seen and yet a garden needs something before it can be validated as holding beauty. Some declared vessel. Some idea of how happiness blooms. Some goal planted between the gardener that has been trying and its fields. And who…

Behind the scenes: Weaving feelings from scattered pieces doing time along the journey.  Mixing second-hand paints as directed onto original artwork. Being the main character and still waiting to truly be expressed. Present in collapsed timelines sharing moments…

We are here chasing the sun, caught between the forces of consistent and change with emotions that hold tight and desires that argue for leaving. Holding close the confusion from training for look-alike steps and the whispers of being alright while lost walking in…

In the debate between suffering and desire, genuine art comes with beliefs and dreams come with questions. All we know is that the receipts hurt as well as the dread that the backstory won’t be left behind and that even in silence there can still be a war. Some blame…

Could have allowed grief to have space in the garden but thought permission was needed. Should have stood but leaning seemed meant to be. Could have painted clearly but the debris was moving. Should have done something different but the familiar had the gift of gab….