I screamed. And screamed. In a diamond strong rage forged by mountains of force and bleeding earth. I screamed, "ENOUGH." To my darkness: You do not own me. To evil: You will not rob me. To my...

Fading like fireflies, rushing past our destiny, we lose...

The world is my sister, as broken and human as I. Forgive her shortcomings. Love her for...

You, who rebelled against nature and declared belonging a loss: For to be is not to be. "The world is my oyster and I am its pearl. No..." 

The deep clouds have brought their storms, both destruction and nourishment bring about change, for one must die to be reborn

I, who give too much to this world of endless need, when my shoulders grow weary from the weight of change you give me wings to fly and light up my eyes. You are my hope...

I follow my heart and it shows me things I never knew was possible, because the heart is far more intelligent than the mind

The wind sends her whispers... Traveling through time itself to speak wisdoms and fill our hearts, we stood there listening to this language

Do not ask me to choose between the sun and the moon, between night and day, between earth and sky and water... for I could never choose...

There is no greater inspiration than an empty wall, I will give away all of my paintings so that the world may become my gallery... My joys

Just like the soul that reveals itself in a fleeting dream only to be buried once more in consciousness... Whomever is learned in the wisdoms of life will know where to find me: My greatest treasures...

I have nothing and I have everything: in nothing the world is my oyster. Nothing to lose, only to gain, each...

Birth is beautiful, it is bloodshed and membranes spilled out on the floor... Do you see beauty in process and creation, or does blood...

I shelter not from thunderstorms but run into the heavy downpour arms outstretched, I laugh gleefully like a lovesick drunkard...

Each day is full of endless possibility: She gives so much if you only dare to See. In Nature’s eye there is no right or wrong, there is only...

My awakening is Namaqualand in August. I am bleeding orange, pink escapes from my lips, purple appears in my dreams at night...

I pass you on into the world as you pass me on: like ripples we grow, our spirits flying to the edges...

You said, “Do not be afraid, I want you to look. Do not hold back, I want you to feel. I want you to feel everything."

I am the weed that grows through concrete, I am the diamond emerging from volcanic pressures, I am resilience. Not because I fight against..

True beauty: I see it once and in its absence the profoundness of that beauty unfolds itself, the all-encompassing resplendence imprinted...