She is like a butterfly,
Beautiful to look at
But hard to catch.

Like a wolf, she lived by instinct.

I don't paint what people expect,
I paint what my heart yearns to express.

Many speak to her but she's looking for the one who knows her souls language.

In an era where women undress their outfits & give their bodies so carelessly, become the rare wild woman that undresses her mind and soul & knows the worth of what she has to offer.

Growth is ugly, it's hideous, it's all the things we don't like but my god, once you walk through the fire of confusion you will feel burning passion within your flame.