experience of the winds
violence of the hand
bruises of emotion
smile of strengths
joy of faith’s breach
Work in Progress
We tell our stories, because we need every story. Our experiences differ, but we all experience grief, joy, anger, love, anxiety, and peace. Emotions, common between us.
Within my work, I get to know you. I sand, and I burnish. Tears of ink fall down the paper; absorbed. Holes and rips are stitched together with thread. Paper heals as I heal. Paper cries as I cry. Paper smiles and teaches me to smile.
This has been my way since I was a child. Words; color, shape, texture, and resonating sound. I honestly wish you could see your words through my eyes, ears, and skin. They are beautiful in their honesty.
I feel it. The every core of it. Joy is as penetrating as grief. My vision is to bring, us, humanity, together. Teach as I learn. Connect as I connect. Walk through this world together.
Action made simple. We are more alike than we are different.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower