There’s something about Asking To be abused Being in control In power of giving the power away Instead of innocence in a Masked choice The rights of passage With a trickster Manipulator Now I choose For you to take it all Like I’m reclaiming What was stolen I walk into the darkness No I ask …
(My ear dies when you breathe My head explodes when you lay your hand on my shoulder Sleep god damn you Leave me alone, just, leave me alone Give me one hour for myself) My health lacks in lakes I wane And ward the trundgy mud It rises Slither benign my body Down in depths …
What should I do? I lift my hands up. Paint. Just go be still. Be quiet. Whittle away. Paint. Ok 😒 ..and be greatful. Ok I am i am. I'm just impatient. How long will this take. - It may take a life time. But, trust me just go paint. speak. Share. Be, this is …
What is the solution? Do you believe in turning over a new leaf? Can we see the beauty of the leaf we stand on? Hang on, Why not try jumping in the leaves, kicking despair up in the air Or stare at another's joy, let it ignite fire to, maybe giggle? Twitch, wiggle- and want …
You shook my world -You made me blue. And red. Walled and see-through. You loved me. With anger, that was passion. Mis-truth. The words expressed Failed to build a bridge= it stressed The threads were stretched. + Fate broke New paths WE. Zigzagged. No we, Cross stitched. In truths we fight for- our own. We've …
It's OK not to know, Which way to go. The path will unfold, On its own. It's OK not to know. Go with the flow, It's time to let go Of the banking.
Me and Noah, my 4 year old son, are holding a mother and son workshop at the Conscious Tribe festival on 'Painting from the inner child'. Children will be our inspiration and their energy will guide us as we ask the universe how can learn from our children? Children are free expressing Angels of the …
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Mono printing. I find they are really good for expressing instantly. Like journal work, I jotted down my ego's thoughts and tried to make sense. This was a reflection of where I was in life, an expression and a confusion. 'Who has all the answers?'
The Pollyanna Principle 