My grandma called this one the fried egg painting! I'll always see the moon that way from then on...it's just a fried egg! Haha

There are many ways to be, and as many ways to portray what is. This is another painting I made of the same place I was shipped off to as I drove away, I parked on the side of the road and painted my

The blue house we lived in was where our bed beheld the birth of ziggy's puppies. I was away on a bus on the way across the bridge to work, meanwhile my friend slept in and awoke to our dog giving birth

The dismissal from the bookstore was a chart topper for blindsighted and busted for me. This customer was at the coffee-shop before it was even open. I was functioning at a level of sourpuss bitch riding

Date: Friday, August 5, 2016 Subject: S#!^ SHOW (Disclaimer: The below is disturbing, subjective material. It may upset your sense of convention. If that is the case I urge you to check out that webpage

Hi, my name is Natalie. I have a pretty extended story, and so I decided to start it at the beginning of my own introduction to my independence. I was graduated from high school, and finished with the