Season Everything With Love (Print Only) London folding into creases she is

folding into creases she is saturated in purple she is imbued in white there are florets in her mind there are mandalas in her flight pirouetting in the movements of awakening the nature of this earthly blood she dances in the rivers she is naked in the mire I am sure I’ve seen her before in some other worldly trial she liquesces into her flood unbound from what she shuns what comes to her is magic and what comes from her is love

Stability 02 by iArtsy

sometimes we are happy

Emett Doc (Print Only) by Robert Farkas

Smoky Running Ink Distorted Vibrant Colors of Grinning Skulls

Season Everything With Love (Print Only) London folding into creases she is