Mess after the storm

FROM THE COLLECTION: And we call that love?

The storm marched through the village,

Leaving messy havoc behind.


Broken branches.

Piles of leaves.

Humidity in the air.


Like your feet stepped heavily

Over my heart.


Love letters, fresh paintings, new poems, travel stories, and shop updates straight into your inbox. Join the tribe and subscribe to my newsletter.

I prefer dark chocolate to cookies, yet I'll still have to serve you a box of gluten-free goodies. This website can't work properly without a delicious snack. That being said, you'll have to agree to cookies if you wish to enjoy the world of art.