January 2, 2020 11:54 am, CST The bones of a tree Don’t fear intimacy Skeletons baring their cores They want something more Flaunting flawed branches…
Oh, Boston. What an old soul you are… Inside and out. Through and through Trinkets of presently unknown history are hidden inside your gilded, jeweled…
Photo: a piece I made last summer/early fall. I just made it on a whim It’s a new era It’s a new start I’m no…