Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

It came like a whisper
Like a burglar robbing
My souls goodness from me
It came like invisable threads
Hlding threads as I floated in the Macy's parade
Bloated -- full of hot air
Quiet child
I can't hear
My heart is slowing down

I took the trolley to get paint
I want my heart to heal

I love this one!

paint your way out Jana....peace

painting my way out
and in to portland state
masters in fine arts
i just didnt think i could do it.... silly girl...

You can do it! If I can anyone can! Never give up never back down.