“The air you breathe. The sites you see. The stones you keep. The people you meet. The cuts so deep. The time you inspired me.”
— Grace Foreman
Did you know you are my muse?
Did you know you are my muse?
Enjoy artwork collections every few months that inspire a painted and creative reality. What do they mean? Look inside your soul.
Each week, ready the blog posts inspired my life and yours. Confessions that I won’t change, and words that can’t be said. If you read, is it the same?
The relief of another day begs for more creativity
Watch the passion that steals the outlet your mind needs
Staring at air means the confessions are real
I climbed a mountain just to learn how to feel
A private disguise was the first to show me how
So, I’ll never apologize when my art is too loud
Read the result of my addiction to poetry posted multiple times a week with a fresh new perspective.
(look out for deluxe)
Can you find the meaning behind embedded short stories ideally posted each month?
