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.
Hi, I'm Sasha. Half-feral, neurodivergent, photographer and earth mystic with a chronic thirst to go deeper. 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 attunement, to ourselves, and to our communities. I want to start a revolution of fully aligned artists that alchemizes how we view ourselves and how we tell stories.
Sasha! These are divine!