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.

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Paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales