aRtist
journals

laugh with childlike fear
and cast your reel as far as it will go

tear through timelines
splintering dreams
embedding into the encyclopedias of possibilities
stringing galaxies into beads

a tapestry of ancestral prayers
- brandt maina
7.25.21

Charcoal

CHAOS draped herself in sensual burnt petals and danced in the bright Nothing

Oil Pastels

"i am in my oil pastel phase" - i've said this way to often and it sounds sooo pretentious, but where is the lie? I am. And I love it. As I should. I sit in parks and play with adult crayons - *insert peaceful closed eyes emoji*

Paintings

Red, the blood of angry meh

Photography

"stay safe out there, queen. there are shadows in flesh prisons."

my iphone 6s confessed her intentions

Digital Art

a hope-filled fable of unconditional, adamant self love