My body lays on velvet textures; ground beneath. Listening to the voice of each drawing;
she speaks beauty of raw truth. What is her story to you? More over, where do feel her?
She invites us into silence where words bend until they heal.
















My body lays on velvet textures; ground beneath. Listening to the voice of each drawing;
she speaks beauty of raw truth. What is her story to you? More over, where do feel her?
She invites us into silence where words bend until they heal.