likes to pretend she’s invisible.
(Except when she’s dancing or hanging from things)
She paints most days.
And is sometimes paid for it.
Early influences include
the waves at night, miracles, orange shag carpet, sand castles, and the Holy Spirit. Later: art school, wanderlust and Hafiz.
Now: a desperate clawing for beauty
Is an open book.
It’s a mystery and a comedy.
With lots of words. And gold edges.
She holds a camera, a child, and a pen with equal grace. All at once. And smiling.
Her long bones grew on Spanish moss, mud pies, early readings of the DSM, and wide-eyed watching
raucous Mardi Gras parades.
A rare bird.