Turquoise on mango.
Cross the ocean in a line, via a shape, on a mark.
Paint moves
me down a walkway
in the heat,
on a wavering reflection
in a silver pool.
Pigment…
my skin.
I am transported.
The Chapel
…a place where MAGIC happens!
Turquoise on mango.
Cross the ocean in a line, via a shape, on a mark.
Paint moves
me down a walkway
in the heat,
on a wavering reflection
in a silver pool.
Pigment…
my skin.
I am transported.
