Rain Lines

Where will you be when the Wall of Stone comes crumbling down? Will you be a beacon for freedom, or a mere shadow on the ground? You...

Felt tip markers strewn and Flattened. Colored paper, wadded, Crumpled Sixty-four colors of waxy dreams, Snapped Dreams of evading the...

Navigating the Creative Journey Hey all. I decided, with a gentle push, that I needed to start a blog to let my creative and expressive...