Artful findings and love letters from the West
a bolo barbie with the mouth
of an outlaw who fled the city to come back home & write in WYOMING. & I've found that breaking rules in wide-open spaces (with the right outfit) is a love language.
I'm a community composing, black cat raising, sauvignon blanc sipping, stars in her eyes kinda artist who had made a career out of romantically reflecting electric folks back to themselves through the written word. & I am a true representation of what can artfully conspire when all of our wandering pieces are given purpose.
warning; we still hang pencil thieves out west