and she would leave her fingerprints on anything.
and everything.
a little dna.
left behind as a secret and part of her visual story.
to be shared with those looking, watching.
happy friday.
xo. kristin
AlteredStatesStudio: my artistic journey
As a person of words I just love your poetic posts. You are a girl after my own heart. I have to admit brevity, the soul of poetry, is not in my vocabulary for my own feeble attempts. You have a poet’s soul. Thanks.
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