At around 7:45am every morning, I go outside to sit in my garden. I’m growing flowers, tropical plants and succulents in the ground. It brings me peace watching them over a cup of coffee or tea while the sun emerges from the damp Florida skies. This is my favorite part of each day. Some mornings, … Continue reading The plants we keep and the strength it brings
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Central Florida Artist returning to a blog after a six month hiatus
My home is rotten, my home is a tin can. My home is also where my heart is. It takes at least 3 generations to break a family out of the poverty line. Something like that, I recall during one of my recent late night “reading” or “scrolling through my phone in the dark” sessions. … Continue reading I own this terrible home / this terrible home owns me.
About two years ago, my mother moved up here to mountains of Hendersonville, North Carolina. I haven’t been since I was 19 and came for a visit on Friday. It was right after work in a very unplanned road trip from Tampa. Driving here took 9 hours split between two days. It feels so nice … Continue reading Florida girl goes to the mountains
I’ll be honest here: I’ve been on a gif binge. 2016 is the year of the .gif, after all. I know too much to turn back, now! This year is becoming ideal. A beautiful combination of all that has made me happy in previous years, coming together to grow from a seed into a plant … Continue reading every day life ( in a series of gifs)
I like to live in this fantasy land and pretend art is my only love in this world and the driver of all of my decisions but at this point in my life at age 26, I’d be totally full of shit.
I care about having enough money to pay my bills and developing skills that are going to be growing in demand and surrounding myself with all these things that are so hard and exhausting that I cant even step outside and have a cup of tea with my creative side with a brush in hand.
Good people exist in America, and in the Middle East too. This is a topic that hurts me right in my soul, so I wrote to Facebook about it. No one knows what exactly another person goes through until you ask. Even then, it’s a “maybe” that you’d get the true depth of a persons … Continue reading Good people exist, you should be good too.
Do you remember that mood you were in when you took that photo or posted that status update to social media? That’s the point of it all, I thought. To capture some fleeting memory of a specific way you felt. That’s the point of applications such as instagram, Facebook and Twitter. Social Media has an … Continue reading social media: capturing your fleeting feelings