Making in Police states is hard, to be honest. Everything wants to pull you out of focus. We have so many great artists farmed from poverty but the rich are celebrated. You have to believe that your work will reach the world via none wealthy pathways.
To all my little painters out there, just know the world is waiting for you beautiful, imaginative artworks. I see you.
We are reflections of innermost hear beats. The best part of being young was when I stopped counting seconds in between breaths in 3rd grade. Hiding these outward plans to see everything as if it were new and shiny. We were planning on being Marians.
The world was so small and her dreams so big. She needs a home to rest her body because sadly she will not be using it ever again. Search for the lost because they can’t anymore.
We are in search of our girls. They float in places watching over us to find them. A God’s finger searches the over world and under. No simple answers are the truths. The leftovers are the sisters, brothers, friends. mothers, fathers and families. The lost stars of DC, we are always in search of you. And to the stars still in the sky watching and wondering, we will protect you with all that we are.