I can’t get inside
I can’t get inside
I must please
The guardian
Please
Let me in
Please
Let me in
Soft, unbroken
Spread like the wind
Breath pure unspoken
Called to begin
Unable to translate
The inside out
Broken
Heart broken
Heart opened
They say they want the answers, expanded consciousness
But hand them disillusionment and see how far you get
It’s been a while since I’ve documented the garden, so yesterday I did just that. Taken in full sun in mid-day to show off the hot summer color since it is August in California after all.
Came across this photo today, man it really takes me back. My journey to the White Mountains in 2005. The beginning of so much that I am living now. The trip my Volkswagen got stuck in 3rd gear and I had to be rescued, the summer of my first gallery exhibition and the year I began to call myself an artist.
Some things are not meant to be explained
The blossom is just the beginning
