Delusions are endless and I want to transcend. In gardens and yards filled with the dead, I feel rooted in being as a sit and as I wander. I feel history and I feel temporary. The Frozen gardens fill me with peace and help to quiet the uninvited guests in my head.
Portraitspencil drawings w/watercolor wash (from live models)
Mountain Memoriesphotography Late Fall in the Smokey Mountains