it’s been an unpleasant…

anger that can’t be unleashed morphs into apathy and hopelessness. at least that’s my experience. it’s not my preference to keep such rigid controls on my fury. but fear of its destructive potential makes me keep it under lock and key. and, somehow, pelting a 600 page book across a room just isn’t as satisfying as it should be.

24 parts in a day

thought i'd immortalize this dyed orchid's color

orchid and japanese maple in spring

this is me

nia vardalos as frump girl in my big fat greek wedding

achluophobia

i woke up wanting the sun to shine in my eyes. i wanted the burning orange red to sear them and imprint memories of tracing bursts of fire. that way when i close my eyes, i still have light.

haven’t drawn anything since this

untitled

lacuna

double back and start again

on a negative space that rests in deep folds

warmth, swaying darkness and rhythm

villi grasping for refuge from fear and doubt

no rhyme

only the restless shuffling of pacing minds

and the cold rushing of unsettled breath

steady heart, fluttering before the eye

blink and it doesn’t matter anymore