Being an Artist… | Motivational Monday

Being an artist of any type is unfair. It is working two full time jobs: it is finding a 9am-5pm, 40 hour a week job that will best allow you your creative freedom; it is working an eight hour shift just to go home and put in more hours either at the easel or keyboard. … Continue reading Being an Artist… | Motivational Monday


Art Journaling

I've stumbled into an obsession with art journaling (which lead to an obsession with Washi Tape, can you tell?). Creating an art journal feels like so much less pressure than doing "actual art." Although, the topics I've dabbled in and thoughts I have discovered while art journaling are way better than in my other art; … Continue reading Art Journaling


There is no other way for me to tell you “nobody’s home” than for me to turn it away from you and close my arms and tell you to find another one. Maybe I have to rent this home out to someone else before you stop knocking on my front door. (nobody else is allowed … Continue reading /3


I don’t know what feeling sure is like. You can tell me I don’t love you, and I won’t. I will question if I ever did- When just yesterday I kissed your eyelids and flowers grew there. I don’t know how to keep them alive but I grew them. I will do whatever you tell me, … Continue reading /2


I am not a regurgitator nor a reporter, but a writer. I don’t do anything I’ve done before. That is a lie. You are the 9-5 job I hate but can’t quit. I will chew you up and spit you out and chew you up again until eventually you’ll be someone I don’t recognize anymore.


I wanted to peel your skin, let it fall around me, cluttered in your dust, i was a gardner who wanted only to harvest us the freckles from your shoulders like dirt under my fingers, i try to plant you only to wither

you say you need me-- when you are breathing water, with your heart on fire, you will not call for me. you will wilt like the flower you gave her for valentine's day, the one you took from my bouquet.