memoirs of the past
''Starry-eyed child with dreams bigger than her body, I see you now.''
I think, after reaching a certain age - many of us begin to wander through life feeling like ghosts. We haunt our own memories, reaching from beyond the grave for time we cannot return to.
At some point or another, we disconnect from our joy.
When was the last time you followed what makes you happy?
This gallery is honoring the girl I once was and her artwork - who's visions I now serve to ground into reality.
All art in this gallery is over a decade or more old.
