The evening green bursts rapture on my skin,
luminous warm breath on trees.
I am undone,
fingertips to dark soil I swim,
Awakening to soft kisses from leaves.
Bare Skin and the leaves; they are one and the same. The body is our very own patch of earth. How you speak, feel, and interact with your own flesh is a reflection of your relationship to Nature. Treat Her well.
Sasha = Half-feral, visual memoirist and earth mystic with a talent for offending people unintentionally. I have a BA in English with emphasis on psychology and mythology and I will likely spend the rest of my life studying the intimate weaving between those three fields and marinating in my own personal folklore.
I believe art is a sacred practice of presence that emerges organically through the audacity to believe that your lived experience is worthy of witness.
Sasha! These are divine!