mad pleasures
shrills of erotic fire.


gesture of moment
caught in ecstasy
pull over
split second decision

Take the memory, not the object.  Leave no trace behind.  Stand beyond, admire within; a moment and then it is gone.

Is it really?  Oh No!  It lives eternally within.

This little painting, a symbol of not holding anything back; giving it my all; living for the day; and all the cliches one can muster!  This little painting, mad joy in the palm of my hand.  My heart I give to you; not as emotion, but Classically; as in action.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

I invite you to engage in conversation with me and others; allow it to spread safe and organic.  One drawing, one person, one humanity.  Comment, like, follow, reblog, and share;  I love you; my dearest world. Let’s do this; Let’s make it happen; together.

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New Mexico, 1 1/4
New Mexico, 1 1/4″ x 1″, ink, graphite, paper, ©CKS, 2015
Posted by:Connie Karleta Sales

artist, poet, educator, public speaker and thriver! Smiles and unpaved roads are the way I roll :D