Furniture building Fall ‘19. This was my first time building something like this but it was definitely the most fun. The process wasn’t as fun but when the table top was coming together I got real excited and couldn’t wait for it to be done. I still have to stain it and figure out a way to attach the legs but it’s like practically done.
2 hours from now
Where you are most tender,
love yourself there.
Learning from La Luna
the way she sprinkles light over every molecule of air.
speaking in stillness
taming your tangled thoughts
The heart hears
what the mind cannot.
Healing requires patience and grace.
It feels like mountain and valleys
darkness you don’t think you can face
But the moon
to remind you that your journey is one of a kind
so tread lightly
with a lot of love
Know that hands bigger than you
from up above. 💗 - A poem to myself, the words I need to hear. Read it again and again and again . You are made up of more magic than you can comprehend my dear.
•some more yellow for your feed!
•just continuing what i started while researching iced green tea.
•sometime you come across something and then you illustrate it. but the real magic happens when you find the right palette.
•finding colors you like is such a vibe.
•but it’s not always easy.
•which is why i always feel black and white is safer.
•but sometimes you just gotta risk it for the biscuit 😅👍
•drop your thoughts below!
#tbt to a day much like this one a few years back. It was fall, POURING rain. I was on my annual jaunt to Kancamagus Highway in New Hampshire, and despite all the rain gear it was just too much. I sat in the car and witnessed the rain drops clustering on the windshield; they warped the view of the few red leaves close enough to see. This is one of the few images I’ve shared where the abstraction is created by water instead of me moving the camera. Lovely effect, though? Though seasonal, this image is great for a pop of color in your house. One lives in my mom’s kitchen. 🖼
nanda aos pouquinhos chegando exatamente onde deveria estar
depois de um ano difícil
rosa fugiu da polícia
rebolou na pista
viveu uma morte enquanto gerava uma vida
sofreu por amor
regou o jardim
e como uma flor
se defendeu em espinhos
ela sabe o que quer
assim como eu
ou outra mulher
mas quando eu crescer
se deus quiser
eu vou ser uma rosa