I’m not brave. I’m not. I’m not rolling with the punches, I’m just getting punched. As I said, I’ve walked through the fire and I’m
Category: The People Behind My Eyes
I see “the surgeon” tomorrow, the one who amputated my toes. I wonder what kind of person it takes to look at a foot rotted
Rise Bright watercolor and colored pencil. 8.5 x 5.5 inches 98lb paper This is what hope looks like. It’s hands raised and face to the
The Lesson is an art story about the doctor telling me about my blood system. He explained that something about my DNA steers my blood
He’s usually very loud but today as I mist his tank he sang quietly. Here’s Chandler’s voice. Faith
A video for friends. At the end of the video I said these are my ‘frogs’ but only Cheesy the Chubby Frog stars in this
I did not expect this painting to ever be chosen, to be taken home. I couldn’t believe when I got the email telling me of
Wash Away
 . Ink on paper. She was drawn in ink then streams of water were added. I scanned her before I changed her. There’s more color
A person can’t live in this world and be innocent. It took me a long time to understand what innocence means. The day it was
Today is a quiet kind of day. I’m a tad bit on the depressed side. I think the poem is heavier in truth than anticipated. I just