Dust
I’m desperate for the dust that once lined my heaving lungs. I can not differentiate between what is worse, my ravaged heart, distant, beating for no one or the comforts of home and familiarity amidst impoverished streets. I miss the scents, and playing in tattered clothing. I miss the old man telling his stories that had more wisdom and character than any modern day television set I sit in front of now. My memories still keep the long sleeved shirts we transformed into soccer balls and the sunlight which picked up each and every particle in the warm summer glow. The golden days were ours. We didn’t have much but we certainly had everything.
Incredible work – stunning – as always. This one is especially wonderful and moving because your model is such a dear friend to me. Just beautiful.
Thank you so much Kat! I wholeheartedly agree that he’s not only a great model but a truly incredible man.
Tami, you are a poet with light and word. I am honored to know you.
Well that’s just the nicest thing to say! It means the world to me coming from such a special and incredibly talented artist such as yourself. Thank you! I’m very honored to know you as well. ; )
Your work is so beautiful and frightening. I love it and cannot love it all at once. And I hope you take that as the compliment it’s intended to be. <3
Darci, thank you! I love your comment and understand you completely. : )
Tami, your work gets me thinking, gets me looking, which is what I hold most dear about art. You are a beautiful artist.
Nathalie, those are the greatest compliments I could receive as an artist. I appreciate that more than you know. Thank you so much! : )
Beautiful as usual Tams! I am loving the tiny pops of color and the makeup!
Thank you so much!