This one was done with a CD marker before dawn one morning... the lovely, secret hours of heavy rain, purple air and infinite possibilities. I think the most remarkable thing about this image is the wee thing with the dreamy eyes. I think I know him/her. It's not hard to make myself believe that he/she is real.
I turned 25 this year, and with it came a weight of expectation that surprised me... I refuse to believe that the years are meant to feel like rocks in the pocket, like harsh bleaching light. So I choose to remain a believer in all that grows, and all that catches fire, and everything small and unnoticed that is waiting to be heard.
It may not be coincidence then, that those are my hands in the drawing :)
Blessings and wings,
~D
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