i am unfired clay, brittle on the shelf, thin as a shaft of hair. you do not see the fragility, only the thick unyeilding wall of silence i've carefully crafted. you think i'm cold. look harder. it's fear.
i'm an artist trying to find her way in this world. i'm a writer, a visual artist, a jeweler. i'm an explorer and a survivor, a recovering addict and a seeker of beauty. i search for meaning and truth and joy always, in every little moment.