portals

walls into canvases

Thalia feathers brown paint over easel legs that don’t — look right. “Nahhhhh-w it kinda loooooo-ks like a desk?”

“Works.” Nia heart-stamps her approval.

“The pages of our lives,” Calliope peers into the past, “… are filled with strokes of learning… improvisation… and improvements.”

I take pleasure in my transformations.
I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.
~Anais Nin