With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory...

Monday, March 28

where magic and stillness collide

"She left her heart little. She left her heart childish. And for her, every little moment felt like butterflies. She did not want to believe there was an end to love. So she drowned in the seconds beneath the moment where magic and stillness collide. And every time she looked into his eyes, she was reminded of how if felt to be alive." - R.M. Drake