Art has become somewhat of an escape for me. I've started to realize that regardless of my talent, I am worthy of art.
Who doesnt want a greenhouse that holds all the roses and plants?
I've never really had a picnic in real life. Maybe I'll do this.
Picnic on the beach. For a while, I wanted to live in a seaside town to have picnics on the beach and paint.
Can these stairs lead to my home?
Brick by brick, it will be a home.
Peonies...
I'd drink wine... like this!
If words fail me, than I shall wait for them as an open book.
Some books hold secrets.
In darkness, a flower still blooms.
May the straw to my berry find me.