No Eyes Down

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Darkness Fell the Hollow Ones — The New Renaissance Mindset

Dimension: 9″ (23cm) x 12″ (30cm) The night fell and it became so dark that even the music became covered by it. We know it’s there but can hardly hear it. It floats behind the darkness. Our little figure has become the source of light within this darkness. Our behatted friend, Monteferro, perhaps a littleContinue reading “Darkness Fell the Hollow Ones — The New Renaissance Mindset”

Making Beauty (The Beholder Knows)

“A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark.” -Chinese Proverb Every word I read on WP is shared here with good intention to pass along words of encouragement or healing or spur on thought. To have us look beyond ourselves and see others. To imagine a worldContinue reading “Making Beauty (The Beholder Knows)”

Expressing Emotions About Vaginismus Through Art – Girl with the Paw Print Tattoo

https://girlwiththepawprinttattoo.wordpress.com/ I felt broken and vulnerable. I felt rejected by my relationship, friends and family. So, as my way of expression and escape, I drew myself with broken wings, indicating my internal struggles & emotions. The nakedness indicates my vulnerability during this moment in my life. I recently started drawing again and have begun anotherContinue reading “Expressing Emotions About Vaginismus Through Art – Girl with the Paw Print Tattoo”

Firecrest — Anna Mosca

why not marvel at the thin long beak of the firecrest . or cry tears realizing such songs came from a thumb size chest . he fit the mouth of my cat so little it was this bundle of joy . covering the sky among trees with his wings soft in my palm now ReadContinue reading “Firecrest — Anna Mosca”