My whole life is made up of a passion. A passion for love, lust, heart break and new beginnings. A passion for learning and growing and a passion for creating in any way possible.
I write, draw, paint and take photo’s – none of these are done professionally, they are done because I think I would break if I didn’t create in some way.
My other love is singing and I am very lucky to be playing in a couple of bands at the moment which will hopefully last the rest of my life.
I am so lucky to have stumbled upon Red Bubble – it has helped me grow, make friends and show my work in a loving and supportive environment. There is so much talent on this site and I am so grateful to be part of this amazing space.
If you take the time to look at my work – Thank you – whether you like it or not it is just good to know that little pieces of me are out there in the world.
Every now and then I come here and add something new but never stay long – I’ve been so busy and have not really had access to the internet at home so it has been hard to be a more involved member of this amazing place. / That has all changed now – I am determined to spend a lot more of my time on here and reconnect with some old friends hopefully :) / I have grown so much since…
i am not on the internet very often these days unless i am at work so i have not been posting very much. in saying that i do jump on and read beautiful work here and check out the amazing art. i will never be far away from red bubble. / life has been grand! i have been writing lyrics and poetry and finally collaborating with my beautiful boyfriend so we now have quite a few original songs. ho…
after yet another issue with our internet connection i am finally back up and running. darn well missed this place. cant wait to get into reading some amazing pieces and gazing upon some amazing artwork. xxxxxx
he was a stranger. / he stepped out on the balcony i was drinking on, while i was watching the city go by and waiting for my date. / we started polite conversation because we were the only ones outside and it seemed rude not to. / his style was hard and punk from what i could see in the failing light. but his personality was soft and wise. / we talked about his travels, my dreams, his life and m…