art ideas

"I don't know" self portraits of inner council, egos and little deaths of expectations...scales falling away from eyes. Pandemic musings 

Down to the core of things. 

In my wishes for things to be different and not accepting life on life's terms...I was choosing to not accept myself on my own terms. Choosing not to embrace my primal nature. Not Ms. Hyde...but my soft animal. 

I wanted to create an Inquisition over my own landscapes. To cleanse it of dullness. 

Never enough 

When I step, I want to fly 

When I speak, I want to sing which brings others to their knees

I want to get inside your brain like a drug 

I've been trying to rip through the illusions, to see passed the mirrors. Why did I think I left the hall of mirrors? My inner landscapes. 

But I was given the gift of art