Why was I just idly hanging at the crib on a Tuesday, one might ask....?  To put it plainly, my limbs rebelled against my ambition.  I awoke as I often do at the fifth hour but upon attempting my customary barrel roll onto the floor, I was struck with numbness.  I literally could not will my body to comply with my schedule and so I stayed home with a case of fatigue and good ol' fashioned exhaustion.  Knowing fully well, that going back to sleep was impossible, I opted for a little trial and assembly....a little 8am, fresh-faced, MacGyver-grade trail and assembly. Just me, my favorite housegown/Sunday store-run dress, some shimmery lipgloss, and my handy-dandy self-timer mode.

It yielded three products.  One of which I have shared via Facebook, and the two below, which required no editing aside from a little toe-nail & lip gloss saturation.  

Need I even speak on how amazeballs my lights are....giving me all manners of technicolor realness.  I'm  a fan.

Be your own subject,

Last night may be a blur, but for now there is the sun,

Until next time,

(a self-series)

These eyes have seen their share of hurt and pain

They have been witness to miracles and magic
They have gazed upon love ones and glared at ‘the others’
They have been called deep, beautiful, expressive…and open
People have assumed they know me by way of a chance eye contact

It makes one question, what if they were no more?

W O R D P L A Y

V I S U A L S

DIGI. P A I N T B R U S H

S P O T L I G H T S

E A R G A S M S

E X P R E S S I O N S

L O V E : L E T T E R S

SELF. P O R T R A I T U R E

M U S I N G S

C O L L A G E S

D. I. Y.

Designer: mirrorshot
Basecodes: Joyce