Words are beings of color, shape, texture, and resonating sound. Connie sees words; through her eyes, ears, and skin. Holes of raw-truth appear and disappear through layers of sanded and burnished paper. Tears of ink roll gently down; absorbed. Graphite is rubbed into every pore until it smiles. Rips are stitched together with threads of prayer. This has been her way since childhood. Then, she became an artist.
Paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales