Soaring on burning wings
Am I on fire? Purging? “Cath-art-ing” my way to myself? Yesterday, I stopped stopping and let all of my hot air lift me like a great...
Multidisciplinary CathArtSis
Soaring on burning wings
If it can be conceived, it can be.
Carving my way out of the concrete jungle
Tick… tick… tick…
Lighting up life
Happy Weednesday
My Cosmic Soup
Manic Monday morning mind
When the “real world” looms
Escape Artist
Too many utensils. Not enough chunky soup.
Tapped
Jumping off the hump
Where to begin