GRIEF, 24x36” Acrylic on Canvas

I want to write about love but all I think of is the ocean, how it swells and swallows. legs pumping to the surface, like learning to swing from the oak tree as a little kid. you’re too high…. you’re too high, come back down.

your face backlit against the winter’s sun, somewhere I disappear. before you taught me what love meant, even the air was heavy. where did childhood end and I begin? the knee scrapes still feel sore. it never ends the way you want it to.

on ‘CONSUMPTION’:

no matter the form, ‘consumption’ is a relationship. a bridged phenomena of connectedness.

we need mankind to be awake to be leavers, rather than takers.

how are we interacting within our living systems?

what do you consider to be a part of your living system?

a larger approach to examining and understanding, we restore order by remembering we are creators.

the largest shift begins at the root of ‘self creation’, to have meaningful perspective on why we feel separated from the whole.

through the rhythm of consciousness and interconnection, we can begin to show up as the whole; as the creators.

a curation of work to encourage curiosity, reflection, creativity. each of these pieces calls to both the personal and universal experience of many.