As I write I never try and express or force an idea rather I write because the feelings and words come to my mind and are distributed through my pen. I begin a phrase when the idea comes and it always ends itself. It is not something I monitor or control, the art of my words uses my body as its outlet to the world.
My ideas and meanings come from personal experiences, people, issues in life, and simple images of events in time. Love, death, beauty, nature, and breath are some of the many inspirations that I have when writing.
Many of my inspirations come from nature, art, and relationships. Relationships with people and how we interact as well as comprehend what life has given us. As I would like to explain my work I choose not to because I would like to allow the reader the full potential to create and connect to my work on their own. I am always curious as to how a person feels after reading my work whether it be positive or negative.
I am very expressive and only hope that my work will influence others to feel and explore an emotion or to just sit back and reflect on situations in their life. Life is not interesting without art and to share art is one of the best gifts we can share with the world.
I close my eyes searching for better news only to find out that it intensifies my senses for I can no longer see I can only feel the beads of salt water sliding down my bear freckled cheeks.
The protection has failed, the walls have not closed for they have hurt deeper by opening an exposing the senses to this desolation.
Broken pieces scattered and thoughts lost between these rusted doors.
Struggling to breathe within this atmosphere as the tears begin to fall to the ground splashing across my left foot.
Leaving stains of
Dream of moving forward beyond these walls