Drained to my very inner core, right through to the marrow of my bones. Hiding behind the misinterpreted,…
Ideas spring forth, from dark places unseen. Eternity calls down, into the moments between. Reflections of attraction, hidden…
Softly she smiles My heart melts beneath her style Her long blonde hair reflects the sun She laughs…
My postcard art submission, “Silver Mist”; for the Twitter Art Exhibit: NYC (2016), Benefiting Foster Pride’s “Handmade†Program…
Not sure what to say about this little painting other than it simply flowed easily from the end…
Shouldn’t art be felt in both, the head and the heart?
