When the Cloud Breaks
When the cloud breaks, where do you go? When the darkness breaks and the tears have been shed You will
Artist, Writer, Witch
Artist, Writer, Witch
When the cloud breaks, where do you go? When the darkness breaks and the tears have been shed You will
We all have plaster of Paris on some part of our life In some place within us, there’s
He told me, in between kisses and paintings That nothing is ever promised I told him, I’d rather
Sitting Alone I’m sitting within myself holding fire in my hands visions of my slumber I dream of
So, I just finished making this new sculpture. I’m really excited to show you a few pictures: Here it
I made some new art this past week: This piece is about being your true authentic self.
Before I show you who I am, it is probably best that I show you what made me this way,