It invites you to unwind amongst the fairylike woods, or fall into the movements of my little dreamers heartily and lively dance.

This painting is a promise to never again let yourself be touched by someone who doesn’t reach further than fingers do.

Illustrates a lesbian – not awakening – acknowledgment.

…are in this moment the cause of their own birth and expansion; they exist and come into being simultaneously.

The branches become their veins, and the foliage part of both their being and surrounding.

The writing translates to:

The dust on your shoulders can be blown away by a single breath.
The cobwebs under your arms can be stretched into wings.

As rooted in the ground as in the air
Trusting your wings just as naturally as your feet