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siesta

My home in Mexico. I lived in an old brick building on the edge of town. A somewhat renovated (we did it ourselves) abandoned sugar mill factory by the sea with two other women, and a handful of rotating artists/travelers.

We surfed, we sipped mezcal, we built fires beneath the stars.

I painted, I wrote, I cried, I hit a piñata until I didn’t need to cry anymore. I fell in love. With this small desert beach town. With the family who caught all the fish for my tacos. With the...

the spaces in between

Where the light leaks in

& her flesh meets my fingertips

Thighs intertwined

No longer sure what’s hers & what’s mine .:.

Gallery grade prints on metal available!

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Waiting & Windows

Waiting by the Window

For a feeling that left

Of falling in love

You returned with a pastry & a pack of cigarettes

But you lost the hunger for the space between my thighs

And the desire to look me in the eyes

Where there is sadness there is space

Im liking the way the sunlight leaks in

And occupies where you once did

It beckons me

For a dance in dedication

To the memory of our feeling

— Holding me w...

Deep End

Late night in downtown Los Angeles loft in my mother’s lace tights, watering the plants, listening to sirens, feeling morose & magical all at once .:.

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Sand Castles

Don’t know what I’m searching for

find me on the beach

Swimming in my sins

I find the medicine

There’s a Sinner and a Saint

Both be living within

Making love alone between the waves And the sand

Whenever I leave I won’t leave with a plan

You can watch me drip&drop off the map

Find me in the sky for that final night cap .:.

Pipeline north shore Oahu

35mm film

All Feels

Sorry I haven’t been posting, to be honest was going through a tough time, feels like my personal world and the world at large are falling apart. Plus I’m new to this platform, I wasn’t sure what to be sharing. So for now I’m sharing you my mood, in the back yard, holding back tears of frustration and angst, putting on my best ‘fuck it’ face cus I will never fake a smile.

Would love your feedback on what you seek from me on this platform, why you chose to be a patron of my ...

𝚗 𝚒 𝚐 𝚑 𝚝 𝚜 𝚠 𝚒 𝚖

Making love alone between the waves & the sand

Whenever I leave I won’t leave with a plan

You can watch me drip&drop off the map

Find me in the sky for that final night cap

Freedom In Form

Can you trust me even though you cannot tame me?

I am freedom made flesh.

I find that is what people fear & crave most.

The contradiction of being human .:.

Rainy Daze

Muse for the music made

Eyes wide

Takes her eggs fried

Best part of the day

Is spent between her thighs

She whispers

Come along for the ride

— memoirs of the music shack on the socal coast, shot on 35mm film

what gives life meaning

I find life in a hurricane torn home

sun worn peeling paint

in the collision & breaking of bones

a woman’s moans

tired & dirty feet

a child’s laughter, a lovers tears

where the ocean & moon meet

smoke...

what reminds you that you have a heart beat ?

Play With Fire

In the water I keep my dreams

Just a girl on the beach burning christmas trees

Through the fire I find peace .:.

Apologies for the delay, youtube took the video down the first time.

Looking forward to creating more video projects, which involves more  funding than photos, please share my page with your friends if you feel called! 

emotion embodied.

How’s your heart?

Throbbing

Dissolving

Evolving

Winter by the sea

misty mornings. warm skin on wet sand.

Tea, lace panties, & seaweed.

Swing with me .:.

Welcome to my visual philosophy

Thank you for joining me on this journey of exploration of the self & surroundings. For supporting artistry in its purest form. For witnessing.

Message me if you feel inspired, I would love to hear your thoughts & feelings, and put them into my imagery & poetry.

The Interview

The self interview; it's an art form. Asking ourselves questions and searching for answers. This is where creativity lies. Somewhere between the external search and our internal knowing .:.