Child brings hands to eyes, Peek-a-boo. Can you find me? The baby giggles. Advertisements
Cloud of smoke pervades Vague outline of a body Shades of gray mix, red.
Shaking fingers reach, Barely hold, Losing grip, Slipping
Underneath her bed was a small locked chest made of wood. Embroidered with only delicate, light carvings, it was a … More
19 years, and I am Still A hollowed deep vase. Water flows in, but Only some keep, Others leak … More
Heat blazes her soul, That single word consumes her, She will not let go. Inspired by the Dailypost … More
Habitualization devours objects, clothes, furniture, one’s wife and the fear of war…Art exists to help us recover the sensation of … More