dreams He smiled at me from the couch with a drink in his hand, mingling with my family like they were his. I may have returned that smile but I wasn’t too sure. The crowd in the unfamiliar house was more than I could handle. I didn’t see him get up from his seat, leaving …
I’ve been focusing a lot on my novel Listening to Georgiana and creating art for the novel. The art itself plays no real part to the story but I have been feeling continuously inspired by LtoG that my hand just starts moving. I end up creating artworks for it before I can even realize what …