Building, a progression
Tag: arte
The fates
I live this life with open arms and heart. Seeing the chances of all things coming and going. The art is often a response, a ricochet of emotions and daydreams. Colors are my helmets and lines are my vehicles.
Fates
Slowly growing outward like fingers
Everything all at once
She feels done. I wanted with this peace to show the pandemic effects all ages. We need help and support all over. What we don’t finish we leave for our kids to fix. Suffering knows no age limits.
Wear a mask and wash your hands.
Getting there
Ideas coming together
Plans on plans on plans on layers
24 shots
Painter’s Breakfast
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