Welcome to the last year of this textual/visual diary. Exploring words, spaces and aesthetics. 

OBSERVATIONS

OBSERVATIONS

🌷{ unfolding } 

My father said I have always been reclusive. And last year he asked me "who are you? You hardly talk anymore..." and perhaps he was right. I don't. I don't want to. But only cause my mouth has gotten me into much trouble before. From drunken words, sober arguments to misplaced kisses. I am quiet because I painfully learned that observation rarely gets you in trouble. But what I don't say I write (with love, lust or sometimes hate). My heart has become a bar with tabs open for everyone I meet.

ZEBRA

ZEBRA

STORIES IN THE SUNSET

STORIES IN THE SUNSET