The day was dark and dreary he could not see the way the road ahead was blurry and dropped sheer off the bay. He walked into the voidintrigued and fascinatedand fell into her sanctumtheir destined love was fated. His days no longer blearythe sun shines always...
It’s not the color of the skin that matters but the color of the heartit’s not where you have come from but where you set to start. It’s not the things you worship or the stuff you flaunt around but the words you speak to others that make you wear a crown. It’s the...
The yellow hills of Sandy Canyon lay barren in the sun just as love has lost its luster and my heart no longer hums. Arrows lay in rusty quivermangled all as onelike the songs I sang for youonce upon on early dawns. In the silence endless chatterrings real raw and...
I was invited to a private concert via Zoom with the harpist Lisa Tannebaum, which inspire this drawing. ‘Pitch Perfect… Her sound is full of color and brilliance but never harsh, taking charge at just the right moments.”–Harp Column...
Chica Doodle
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