I was in love

But when a soul, by choice and conscience, doth Throw out her full force on another soul, The conscience and the concentration both Make mere life, Love. For Life in perfect whole And aim consummated, is Love in sooth, As nature’s magnet-heat rounds pole with pole.

Make me believe in love

Clownish nature of my portraits – they all resemble me, the inner me that stumbles and fumbles often, and when makes a mistake gavels her own head with a foam club.

Soul Mates

Oil painting on Arches paper 12 x 9 inches.