Scratchboard
drawing with sharp objects
2018 — 5.5” x 6”
She pulled out her book and thumbed to Chapter 3 - Red. She eased the wilted flower into position and smiled.
2018 — 5.5” x 6.5”
She watched them float up one by one, hovering above like confused clouds.
2018 — 5.5” x 6.5”
The circles grew louder and needier until they choked the sky with their pulsing.
2019 — 5” x 7”
She pushed forward carefully, remembering to not look too far down or too far up.
2019 — 5” x 6”
The crown pressed into her silver hair. It was always heavier these nights.
2017 — 6” x 8”
The things of the night are best left apart from the things of the day.
2017 — 5” x 8.5”
They always wear black. They always bring someone wrapped in blankets.
2019 — 5” x 6” [SOLD]
They walked, feet crunching against the wheat shafts. One carried a bottle of wine and the other two glasses.
2018 — 8.5” x 11” [SOLD]
You call to me, a lovely siren. But will you harbor my broken body, if I crash against your shore?
2018 — 5.5” x 7” [SOLD]
She waits, fixed in the water, for pieces of her memories to wash ashore.
2018 — 5.5” x 6.5” [SOLD]
When her arms tired, she began to slip down into the darkness, floating only by her lungs.
2018 — 5” x 6” [SOLD]
It reached out into the void, searching for what it knew must be there.