Melancholy leans like an old man on my shoulder my eyes burn with the pressure of worded oceans, my belly is taut with grey thoughts, and spine bowed with exhaustion. Does the body weigh the mind? or the mind weigh the body? Life grinds me into small particles and leaves me dissolved and floating; disseminated by my day, day after day. This repetition wants breaking and re-borning; remove the shadow of the avalanche, circle and rise.
Artists are healers. I am certainly a healer for my clients. The beautiful, deeply personal, symbols I create for their professional heart-driven work. I don’t take this lightly and go deeply into the work with my clients. Creating a visual and written language that represents their next evolution – something for them to grow into via their words, materials, and websites.