Fires I have lit

As a kid I spent hours on our swing set, kicking my legs out till the chains sounded like they would snap. This was the closest feeling to flying and I’d stay there until the stars came out and dinner had long gone cold.  ‘Kite ridin’ captures a little piece of this feeling and is from a series of ink and paper collage works I’ve been creating. 
Mar 5

As a kid I spent hours on our swing set, kicking my legs out till the chains sounded like they would snap. This was the closest feeling to flying and I’d stay there until the stars came out and dinner had long gone cold. 

‘Kite ridin’ captures a little piece of this feeling and is from a series of ink and paper collage works I’ve been creating. 

Wishing I could lasso cloud, pull down that grey puzzle and cut a hole for the sun. Cloud ridin’ is from my illustration series that remembers what it was like be seven and trying to fly. 
Mar 7

Wishing I could lasso cloud, pull down that grey puzzle and cut a hole for the sun. Cloud ridin’ is from my illustration series that remembers what it was like be seven and trying to fly.