We can cry for years but sometimes gotta smile too.
The literary artist lends verbal depth to the visual. The visual artist provides visible articulation for the literary.
Dare to love yourself as if you were a rainbow with gold at both ends.
In your hands winter is a book with cloud pages that snow pearls of love.
The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.
Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.