Standn'tall

Every struggle takes a little more strength than the last to get through.

Twenty Dollars and a Kiss

Hello. You are my baby. Right. You dance naked. I smile. You laugh. I smile. You fly. I smile. You miss me. I smile. You gleam with light from within. I smile. You are my angel. You are my baby. You are my best friend. I smile.

RENT, the story of a community devastated with poverty and aids. It is a journey of discovery, love, and strength when in New York City. One lives by candle light, friendship, and the sheer belief things will one day be easier. They wouldn't change their life if available. Angel, Collins, Mimi, Maureen, Jo Ann, Mark, and Roger form an undeniable relationship throughout the production. Angel, when dead, seems to hold tight to the hearts of her friends. The candle is lit repeatedly when friendship is tough and the world is cold. Everyone needs a little bit of glory.

FIGHT AIDS!

Morning Walk

This piece is titled My Morning Walk. I started with a huge piece of thin drawing paper and traced my morning walk. The walk took up the entire paper and went back and forth with different turns and directions of where I go in the morning. I then transferred what small part of the actual sketch I liked to water color paper and went from there. I wasn't pleased with my entire work, and therefore cut half of it off and eliminated it.

Here is My Morning Walk! :)

The Heart of Mary Jane

This piece has no explaining to it. It is by far my favorite.

Lookin' For A Little Bit of Beautiful

In my work I love to make wings...small, abstract, big, white, purple. Whatever it is, there are always some contortion of wings. This painting was made out of an idea of wanting to sketch a tattoo. I started, knowing I wanted wings and a circular SOMETHING in it as the center of attention. So, Lookin' For a Little Bit of Beautiful is what I came up with! :)

At The Lover's Extent

Staring, I wonder where this mess came from. If only you knew the beginning....I see such beauty underlying the darkness. This reminds me of a few of my past lovers. Purple is representative of peace. Using the purple, I seemed to have drawn the old lover's tale. You see, they call it a tale for a reason, and as you may understand, the black displays the truth to such a lie. I climax a little more each time and it is intense, it is powerful, and my womanhood is discovered in between my right and left legs. I see the picture of beauty in my dreams. But reality is, I cannot seem to grasp that in my head. I live in a manner in which I feel bold and bullet proof. No one shall knock me down! Today I feel weak. I am vulnerable and lonely. Previously not a good match. Art is my way to where I see myself. I have made terrible decisions in my past. I have trusted people not trust worthy, loved those who wanted nothing to do with my love, and put my whole heart out on the line only to have it shoved back into my face. My intents were always with the person's best interest in mind. I have gone wrong.