Verse & Ink

Sacred & Feral Verse & Ink

Rame: Abstract Print

  Rame means, something that is both chaotic and joyful at the same time. The e should have one of those little lines above it, but I haven’t figured out how to do that. (Post in the comments if you do.) (seriously.) This is a shot of a section of one of the pink acrylic pours I did. It reminds me of some sort of tissue sample. Professionally printed & shipped to you by the printer.  

Sacred & Feral Verse & Ink

The Last Time original painting

It’s hard not to look at her. She has a habit of catching your gaze and holding onto it for dear life. I catch myself staring at her all the time. There is an intensity and a mystery that draws me in. She has an inner strength that refuses to be dimmed. It’s pieces like this that really urge me to keep painting. I want to create that emotional connection again and again. I wish I could get a better picture of her. This one makes her look slightly washed […]

Sacred & Feral Verse & Ink

Which mask of womanhood are you wearing?

  Tarnished, bruised and mislabeled. She fought on. Hidden behind shallow mirrors.   She is bruised, crying, disheveled and worn down. But there is still a brightness in her eyes, something that calls out, and begs you to look at her. To really see her. This is not the perfect beauty we are used to seeing. This is not the twisted womanhood that women are supposed to strive for. She has slipped her mask. This is the state of womanhood. Sure, it’s been that way for a long time, but […]

Sacred & Feral Verse & Ink

What you want in life might not be cool or trendy and that is totally badass.

    Deep rooted Priestess, connected to the core. Immersed, Wanton, Magick. Black feathered, sharp toothed, and feral. Creature of hidden treasures.   There is a trend with ‘Gurus’ of various industries that love to tell us to go big or go home, to do epic shit, to make 6-7 figures from anywhere and a bunch of other bullshit. There is no place for deep rooted living, time that moves at a more sensual pace or creating a life that really is about you and what you want instead of […]

Sacred & Feral Verse & Ink

It’s more than Spring Fever that burns through me

  Our feet stomp to the beating of her wild heart. Dancing the moonlight. Dancing the stars. Spinning. Whirling. Feral. Spring Fever is burning through my veins like the heat of summer sun on my skin. I want to fling open the all the windows and doors. I want to wander the woods and breathe in the fresh air.¬†Of course, everything here is still walking the thin line between snow, ice and mud. And it will be for awhile. But this feeling is more than being stir crazy from winter. […]

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