"We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.I wish for all this to be marked on by body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience."- Michael Ondaatjedetail from mixed media on canvas
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- patience
- mi madrina
- esperando
- I will bare my soul in time
- kissed your mouth
- born to love
- to be danced
- new canvases coming soon
- winged or chained
- fearless mother
- pearls of wisdom
- connection to the wild
- sweet dreams
- my beloved royal fish
- my littlest valentine
- sólo por orgullo ese querer
- rage
- manic monday
- sin robarte un beso
- si miro si toco
- reputations
- lovers and tribes
- word made flesh
- lunar new year blessings
- las aguas de mis pensamientos
- half agony half hope
- deeply
- eyes the color of a storm
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