alcohol ink and mixed media
Sold / Commission work
”You took my hand and we ran into the garden. A soft breeze hugged my hair, and the forest greeted us, wrapped in blue silence. Orchids stood proud in their banks, disregarding the blueberry bushes trying to evade their space. Two lost butterflies brushed my cheek, rushing to go to sleep. And a firefly, almost at arm’s length.
There’s something in the air on nights like these.
Whispers of love,
the rebirth of a human.”