Every time I pick up a paint brush; I pick up a memory or a time to process in my mind. Lately this is about what art means to me and honouring the message I am able to share with the world. I think a

I’ve been seeing a lot of changes in my art. I am not sure if anyone could recognise this — it’s changed so much in shape and form. To me it screams making order out of pure chaos. To me it speaks of the

Original poem // She’s always liked to play with fire. A response to: “you don’t want to burn bridges, now — do you?” She likes to play with matches, She likes to flick the lighter, She likes the way gasoline

The day I cut my hair off was the day I bowed my head to apologise to every girl I’d ever called “pretty.” I acted as if god themselves did not pulsate inside each ripe peach. Royalty envelops beauty as

At night, our goal has been to read to our offspring to increase vocabulary and whatnot. Having a child really makes the parent focus on their childhood as well. What are the things that can be passed

This was seriously the hardest thing I've ever written. It's a work of fiction that keeps evolving; I originally shared about it in this blog post here: Of course at the barebones of any fiction is truth,

[I really loved this painting. It’s in the works of being a new development now; however. It felt so good making it.] I am not a Christian any longer. I mean it’s beyond lost faith — when I look at the

Dear Future Self, I feel free for one of the first times in my life. Free to be the self that I truly desired to be. That's not what I expected to get out of intense chiropractic care and a baby. I finally

I began painting this the day I dropped out of grad school. It’s not done yet; it’s just that I love the process. Hi, I am an artist in every sense of the word. I didn’t want the American dream. The place

What if that whole Jesus thought experiment was as wrong as Santa Claus or the seven dwarfs. I wouldn’t say they hold zero value. I wouldn’t say that their monopoly on truth is correct. What if I was worthy?

Can I get a fuck yes for the title? Okay; thank you. I thought of it myself. I hope that in this you can tell that I don’t care about anyone’s opinion, ((specially)). Politics before personalities as they

Have you ever looked back at past pictures of yourself and wondered. This was the hairstyle I wanted as a senior in high school. Long, blonde hair — I was growing it out. It was a part of myself that I

((takingalookatthepast))((honoringthefallensoliders))((sheisfree)) I ask a lot of questions. People interpret it as confusion. It is not how I interpret the bubbling brook of obsessive curiosity. On the

I used to tell myself as a young girl, “nothing good happens in February.” I wrote that in my diary citing that this was the second February in a row that a big event had happened — and last minute, I

I thought he was even better than that. My grandfather’s obituary bothers me; it reads he was a family man. I’d never seen a man more bored on family beach vacations. He hid $100 bills all over the property;

My grandfather was an oil painter. He painted “real” things like paintbrushes and old barns around the first state. He didn’t enjoy when his grandchildren got into the paints and coloured all over the

I began abstract painting after I gave birth. It was the only way I felt I could express the thing that was lurking inside of me. It felt as if I had to puke out these deep emotions onto canvas. As good

Original Poem // Smear campaign I based my entire life off my trauma. Because I forgot who I was before. You have this major life changing event and now it’s time to pick a career — They say. and they

An open letter to everyone I’ve ever met, From the day I was born until the morning I awoke from my brainwashed slumber -- my entire life has been enshrouded in an abstract medical mental mystery. My mother

[SKYGAZZER] I am cold now Where once ago I lined up My indigo eyes And placed them parallel to those brown one You owned friend. I am cold now, Jaded some say. I stared into the sun For too long To long