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 … Continue readingRame: Abstract Print
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 … Continue readingThe Last Time original painting
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. … Continue readingWhich mask of womanhood are you wearing?
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 … Continue readingWhat you want in life might not be cool or trendy and that is totally badass.
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 … Continue readingIt’s more than Spring Fever that burns through me