Replacing what’s going nowhere is the magic that dreams are made of but our wishes will never get that close to us if our accomplices are able to once again bring the feelings that something isn’t right with who we are.   After all, dreams don’t distance us from…

Our hearts argue that it doesn’t matter what place we find ourselves as long as we progress through the emotions that are stored within them but our desire for something different colors the language that our thoughts spend time speaking with. In essence, as one part…

Beneath the surface of our artwork is the disarray of the items that we grieve for and mixed in with those hues is the sorrow that we have lost the ability to make those previous events right. Continuing to exist in the moments that we don’t want to look at and yet…

Our lives don’t sound the way that they feel in our hearts and the light along our paths isn’t painted so that we can still see it in the moments where we don’t even want to talk to ourselves because of the doubt and sorrow that is surrounding us. We are use to…

There is a lot of loss and pain that is located underneath the surface of the words that we use to convey our stories as transitional characters and the pressure of that hidden flow of emotions leaves little room for us to imagine anything other than trying to find…