Trapped and exposed, growth halted.
he’s so beautiful and so raw and so tired. I wanted to know about his life and what led him to where he was
I focused on that fracturing of self and how each part plays a role in our new growth. We are imperfect humans and there among the ruins of our failures still lies some beauty to be dusted off.
Each line and the paints flowing across the paper, caressing your subject and delicately stroking the surface
Hold your head high and love yourself, your beautiful.
melancholy day today, mind not my own but in a different space a different place