Rouge épais

sticky city stepping chamber by chamber rouge épais gloving white feet slowly clinging to fabric tales wagging bouche à bouche tongue power poison courses gone are borders man’s fear driven safety catches sur comme une foudre Eden the ink warrior purges forward riding the tree’s breath sur tambours roulants slick black angelic puffs in a Cosmos de

Art Opens Me

  Please visit my art website, brimming with visual healing and the tumescent colours of love, driven by desire to plumb the depths, I do it for you   Flayed by sable spread with pigment creamed by colour wanton inking apple green stripped to my core gasping for more I dip I fly on archival

Art of Kundalini

  My ART  The ART OF KUNDALINI LONGING to explode to shatter the construction and flush my cells of the murk and grey that clings I lie on the grass and stars fall on my lips setting fire to my words wetting my passion I am you I know this and every pain and every

Running Water

    The River is wanton, it speaks to me and I listen. Restless creature I AM a mossy rock by this river. It’s earthy fragrance entices me, I stand quiet and let it touch my body. I put my face close so I can feel it’s voice in my mouth and on my lips.