I spent a year lost in the lemon drops away above the chimney tops.
In remembrance of fifty-seven lives.
Drawing. Pencil and colored pencil Free Hand sketch off of original done by Banwell 1952
Digital, Oil Pastel
I am back from losing you
You thought you had her figured out, didn’t you?
The library is cold and silent late on a Friday night and my body and mind are tired but,
White privilege runs deep.
Exhausted. Open door.
I cannot find or see what I seek. Blind, I
Stephen was built like an ox, his broad frame barely squeezing into the
Drawing and Installation
As I begin my first day as an intern in the ICU, a nurse I’ve never met greets me
You can tell a lot about people by looking at their shoes.
At times, we are lost in a sea of thought. We swim in new ideas and warm,
She laughed as she ran
desensitization: decreasing a response to a stimulus after repeated exposure
I wish I had known you.