there was a short time of my life when i went without carbs. i don’t know if i will ever do that again. the first week was agonizing. the second, i think i just got used to it. by the end i did feel better to have completely cleansed. shortly after two weeks,...
look me square in the eye and tell me a new born baby isn’t fine art. go on. tell me. you can’t. how can you first, look at something so perfect and deny any existence of deity, and second, say that the human body and what it does and creates isn’t...
wherefore are these things hid? –shakespeare maria(the secret keeper), katrina(hair, make-up, and wardrobe), and i share with you, the secret keeper, february’s fine art project. may you consider the secrets you keep, and, the ones you, unfortunately,...
this month’s muse came from a few song lyrics, and, well, the side of a worn out wall. just a few lines from round here by the counting crows step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white and inbetween the...
one image this month. just one to make you consider, make you think on a higher level, make you wonder and make you look twice, just in case you are missing something… i want to know what you are thinking. look at her several times today. come back and ruminate....
