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she loves her

art met soul.
swan-gazed they embraced,

each their stillness of
frenzy; blushed with their curiosity.

Twins, Art met Soul, #shelovesher, work in progress, digital drawing, part of Standing Human

my art met my soul when I was just a little girl. I didn’t know it. Its probably a good thing. She was a quiet constant in my life; art and soul. When I met the both them, I was in college and home where I had always been; submerged in the Creative.

it was 1994, within my installation of Bearing the Burdens of the Father; personal reflections with the Stations of the Cross, where I came to know her and accept that she was me, and this me loved the connections with we.

she did not really belong to me; I always knew that. I was her hands and her feet. She taught me and told me what she needed; entrusted me to care for her needs, to meet her voice with mine.

not just my art and my soul, but your art and your soul too

here we are today, standing human, together. she loves her which means she loves you. Have you met her? If so, how are you; how is she? If not, what stops you from holding her hand? May you know her, may you be satiated.

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

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March 2019

Dear Friends, Can you believe its Spring?
No leaves on trees yet, but the natural Spring flowers of the Appalachia are colorfully breathing, and it is glorious. How are you feeling? I am feeling strong, happy, and healthy. Yay! With that, here is what Crooked Little Flower has been up too:

Interview in Hashtag Art Magazine: honored and excited

Recently Published: Enjoy!

A New Challenge in SnapShots:

Save the Dates!

  • Zine Issue #1 – published May 9, pre-order opens April 15th
  • Poetry Books – published May 31st, preorders open May 9th
    • A Sense of Place – poetry and landscapes of my travels
    • Pace e Bene – compilation of previous favories
    • Night in the House of Poetry – poetry in meditation form; based on the previous series of the same name.
    • Mary – re-creation of previous series, “Mary,” my God says. “Yes,” says my Mary
  • Studio Tour May 31-June 2 – 10-5 each day,
  • Friday, May 31st, 5-8pm – Reception at TRAC Spruce Pine, NC

Have you Noticed?

Here on the website I have added categories and tags in hopes it helps you choose your adventures and rabbit holes here at Crooked Little Flower. I would love to here from you if it is helpful.

Available for Purchase:

Studio is happening!

In the music of Tom Petty, I am Learning to Fly

#Storyboarding, CKS

Interested in exploring visual prayer and intuitive observation drawing? Visit Here for details

  • Private/Semi-private (1-2 people) sessions to come and enjoy the studio with guided explorations in intuitive observation and visual forms of prayer/meditation
  • $75/session or 4 sessions /$200, average session is 2-3 hours
  • Contact us to schedule

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

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Heal Me and I Shall Be Healed

Welcome to #firstthursdays; home of the new. From artwork to poetry to whatever the new may be. I am also exploring ways to have fun and make it easy to travel the rabbit holes of Crooked Little Flower. You will start noticing the addition of multiple categories; M-F each have their own particular theme and labeled according to poetry, figure, portrait, you get the idea. Allowing you to explore as you wish; according to your mood, needs, and desires. I have added a tag cloud at the bottom of the site; here you can explore further; the abstract portrait perhaps, or prose poetry versus haiku. Choose your own adventures!

Today, I also want to introduce you to some new available pieces. I am very excited. These are the first finished digital etchings. It feels good to be wearing my printmaker hat again. Many of you already know, I was a master intaglio printmaker. I love the copper plate and all it does with ink and paper.

I would throw my plates on the ground within my pathway of etching and pulling prints as I loved the conversation of unanticipated mark-making; the floor, my feet, and the plates. I used hardground, drypoint, and carborundum predominately.

Today, instead of copper and acid bathes, my Surface Book and jpeg is my plate. Sketchable, Rebelle 3, and Adobe become my grounds. Paper and ink are still paper and ink.

I am simultaneously working on two related series. I am working with Breath, and I am working once again with Jeremiah, “Heal me and I shall be healed. . . .” Portraits and figures are emerging.

Here are the first five. They are editions of 10, signed, numbered, and the jpeg plate retired.

Read the recent interview here

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

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Sketching Breath

Sketching Breath Connie Karleta Sales

Slight wind
leaves are turning, why?
A smile is a blessing to a
loose heart
losing heart.

Colorless soft silence;
Feels as though my chest is caving in.

Gravity hit me.

light harmony
tinker of notes
have nothing
have it all.


transient in
her harmony;

notes about everything.


Sketching Breath, digital drawing, 11 x 8 1/2 in (27.94 x 21.59 cm)
from series in progress, and so I shall be, reflections with Jeremiah,

A single poem; Three poems; dance in the togetherness of love.
My Father , Son, Holy Ghost.

Light of my Christ, Light of universal light; beyond the self of my body. Of Buddha, of you; of other; of we. Daily.

How do you read the words above? Does it change in a day, each hour? This is how my life lives forward. A dance of the flow, of moment unknown; of smiles and tears, miles and rest.


I lose heart, and I loose my heart. Never a static beat. I breathe in and breathe out. I move and I rest. Does it matter where I go? Does it matter who I am?

I have been drawing next to Jeremiah again. I just love him and all that he is and is not. “Heal me and I shall be healed.” he says. “Save me and I shall be saved.” “for You are my praise.”

That Love within you, the You within you; that dances in the good and the hard. The Buddha’s Breath “. . . and I shall be. . . “

Is it enough? to know I am safe; safe to be who I am.

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

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Violet is Her Silhouette

How slow the Spring
And so am I.

Violets danced
my weekend air;

While forests bare,
I soaked.

Depression and anxiety go with this journey. Sneaky she creeps like mist and settles herself as crystalline fog. It is easy to get caught up within her.

Easy to be embarrassed.

What is she really? She is fear; hurt, anger, frustration. She is the other of presence. She is the un-real.

What do I do when she blankets my body and soul? Action. The answer for me is action. I could sit within her and become very comfortable in such isolations. Or, I don’t.

It is a decision; nothing more and nothing less.

It has been an unusual winter, and my road at my house in poor shape. Mud, ruts, do not play well with my wheels. And, battling the cold/infection, fatigue, among other things, I fell into her.

I made a decision. Seeing where I am, I made a different choice. Starts with getting up and getting out. air, land, sky, beauty; always heals the soul.

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

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Letting Go Before We Say Goodbye

Holy Spirit, my lover, Come,
Get dirty with me!

Dig into me deep!
Cut away my destructions!

Holy Spirit, my lover, Come,
Get dirty with me!

Let us scratch the dirt with our fingers
And watch the edible beauty rise!

Holy Spirit, my lover, Come,
Get dirty with me!

With my heart’s sustenance, let me give
The energy of a genuine smile.

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

Letting Go Before We Say Goodbye, 42" x 31", ink, graphite, charcoal, paper
Letting Go Before We Say Goodbye, 42″ x 31″, ink, graphite, charcoal, paper

*for availability; dk Gallery – visit Here

*Series – Rainmaker and the Flower

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I Pray on Dirty Knees

Is it not simply Love’s Vow,
to withstand all light, and
all dark without fear?

Oh, she survives.
By the skin of her teeth;
She survives;
loneliness, isolation, and shame.

Her Love’s Vow;
a single promise and
fulfillment of
complete absence and
complete convergence.

Who is she to judge where she stands?
Who are they who stand where she seeks?

Oh, she survives.
By the skin of her teeth;
She survives;
because her path is illuminated
by willingness.

She stands blind and just keeps on walking.

from The Rainmaker and the Flower

naked prayer
dirty knees
mixed media on paper

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

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Immaculate Charcoal

unsullied, i am
in impurities.

unclean, i am
in perfections.

unfurled my chaste
i gather my temperance
on the paste-chalk lines
of charcoal.

sullied is
clean is

pure, breathe air
of imperfection’s delight
i temper my haste
in paper-sand-dust.

work in progress

love in a time of turbulence
repetitive contemplation
active listening

We must act according to our integrity.  How do we find such things?  Where do we find where we belong within the context of belief, integrity, and action?


“Repetition strengthens and confirms” a friend once said.  Indeed.  True words.


Never give up.  Repetition; teaches us into action.  Actions us into where our teaching needs attention.

Practice, teaching us to listen.

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

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We shall find Peace as We Draw

Stop the violence.
Be the peace.

Stop the violence.
Be with peace.

In the breathing
Rest in me.
In the breathing 
Rest with me.

Stop the violence.
Be the peace.

Stop the violence.
Ask me please.

Draw me pretty.
Draw me raw.

Stop the violence.
Be the peace.

Dress the girl.
Pretty girl walking.
Bleeding dress
Girl torn rough.

Stop the violence
Be with peace.

Denying events in our lives,
only hurts; the US;
and you.

Abuse, illness, pain, hurt, fear, joy, and beauty.

I learned to hide.
To hide the all of it.

Does not mean I didn’t feel it.
Does not mean it didn’t happen.
Does not mean anything.

Except, what it is; hiding.

A shadow creature.
Whispering through words.
Shouting in the darkness through charcoal sands ruffling paper.

I wanted to campaign against violence.
I wanted to be the change I wished to see.
I wanted to be the peace.
I wanted
and I wanted.
I wanted so many things.

Stop the violence.
I wanted peace!
I hurt when others hurt.
I cried when others cried.
A piece of me dies,
each time someone dies.

No, I don’t understand.
You are correct, I don’t.
I am done with it
As I have said before.

I will be peace.
If I have to share every last story
hiding within my bones.
My marrow seeping.
My vessels spasm.

Has won.

love is raw, and pretty, and truthful. and Truth, will set you free

Own your story, for it is beautiful just the way it is. Because you are beautiful just the way you are. I say this because in my life, people, such as medical professionals, have attempted to shame me, and dismiss me simply because I had abuse in my past.  First came the physical, sexual, and psychological violence.  Then came medical violence.

Call it what it is, I do not want one person to endure the ANY of THIS.
I invite others to join me; telling every last story within me until change happens.

We shall find peace as we draw ourselves into existence.

paint each day with love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower