Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Jimi chops mountains with his hand.

Lord knows, he's a voodoo child!

"Politicians: a Short Story"

"Lies!" . . . "When?" "Whenever their lips move."

I was young, then grew up.

I grew up, then back down.

excuse me=while i kiss the sky

He told time to relax, unwind.

Do not fuck with me

Sick of rain, I wanted sun.

I love the sun. It I am hiding from it now
You can feel individual rays caressing my leather
Like hands mutating in a a in the desert
Only because I seen both sides of that story
They never agree choosing perceptions in full flight of reality
My hands are sometimes with a paintbrush
Little marks and brush strokes
But now I'm the shade after swimming with dolphins and
Blessings of life
The acupuncture lady said " wait two weeks"
That car accident has me feeling weak
Off balance
That is not that unusual
But no more violence
Gentle meditation

another gray day... awake... but not

Thank goodness for love

A grey day, future bright indeed.

The sun is not out yet
But today my son will visit
We will photograph my paintings
Go to a vegan restaurant
And I will listen
I am mother