bud & bloom. charcoal, watercolors, acrylic, flowers. 18x24”. 2022.

i. she who is barely aware of what it means to be, holding the spring of naïveté in her open palms as if nothing could ever hurt as much as the loneliness that plagues those who can’t find the right words in a world with too many.

ii. she who has wrinkled and faded from a summer that hung damp and hot and heavy in the air’s breath, waiting for her turn to be swallowed up in the “too many”ness of life’s winter while achingly unaware of the lifting winds of autumn.

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