The art of storytelling
where line quality is created out of experience, and composition emerges as the woven words of a heart’s beat.
Anxious and methodical lines of reflection and observation, the pieces move and have their being within the context of their environment.
Poetry in which holes of raw-truth appear and disappear through layers of sanded and burnished paper.
Graphite is rubbed into every pore until it smiles. Rips are stitched together with threads of prayer.
From campfire charcoal to ink created out of special moments; it is the pure joy of feeling the grit-cool earth between your fingers.
Fragile and strong
paper echoes the vulnerability and resilience of the human soul. It slips between the thin spaces in our lives and emerges as beauty out of ash.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower