The pages of a 5 year ongoing art project. Photo journals (Volumes I, II, III & IV so far) chronicling the struggle to understand love gained and love lost, and the everyday subtle heartaches and simple beauty that.. well, confuse me. And move me.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
"There was an orchestra in her heart. Music heard only by her, except when her heart broke open and it spilled out into the world."