Kadusné.02: to drop into your sexy beatch. Turn on, tune in, slay. In this season, I honor the the badass boss babe side of all of us. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2s0VCI7HUwTgEfJ5Tk9qhQ?si=D0qqkd0ETze6FKbmY0a0TQ
Mid September is a prime time to have been born if you love peaches. My mom used to make me a peach cream pie each year for my birthday. In the 70s, her best friend, Tom, would make her peach cream pies and bring them to her to share at the house on Carol ...
“Remembrance”, acrylic & gold leaf on canvas, left-hand & broken finger painting, for silent domestic violence awareness & auction.…Aggression is inherited. It pulses through my veins — remnants of my ancestors and seeds from my ...
I was driven to this place in a spicy red hot convertible, with Fear at the wheel. I am ultimately an art-maker because of Fear. And Fear is my home-girl. I was born to compulsively creative parents. My mother danced by the tides of the moon, and ...
Kadusné.01: to praise the pussy. Move, bounce, flow. As I marinate in this Spring’s energetic overhaul, I’m focusing on reconnecting with the Divine Feminine and created a juicy playlist to accompany and fuel my exploration. ...
Mama kept her bedroom curtains open so that in the morning she would be woken by the sun. She would point the foot of her bed toward the east-facing widow when possible. She would drink her tea in the warmth of the sun rays, and plan her work schedule ...