Art

Bedroom Collection

Blue walls cradle the night,soft and endless,where silence settles deep. Here, I am whole—no masks, no noise,just breath and being. The air hums with gentle magic,soft corners hold my secrets.This space is mine,a mirror that forgives,a stillness that heals.

Ode To Clown

What draws me to this painted face? The colors speak before I do, a mask I slip on, and suddenly, I am both here & not.  Each layer of paint, a bridge between the world and me. A dance of light & shadow, a reflection I don’t recognize, but also do.  The mirror hold my …

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