I had an art and words session last night and wrote this cringey poetry and I thought I ought to share it.
This is her
The woman whose soul spills onto the canvas
In boldnstrokes and vibrant chaos.
The one who refuses to be reduced to a single shade,
A single story, a single emotion.
Her art like her existence, is layered - sometimes layered
Sometimes jagged, always evolving
It's just like me to see a little sound pun with her, heart and art and think a little too extra about it
Digital artist and illustrator of neo pop art and more. Also part time animator. I strive to get better almost everyday. Grateful and hopeful. Good days and bad days, you're much appreciated following the journey