rokinronda

The Wall appeared almost magically as loneliness engulfed the soul. A free spirit has become bound. A wall was erected to protect. The breath of life becomes shallow. The heart that overflowed with love has become empty. A feeling comes that The Wall may protect what little is left. The death of the spirit is hard to comprehend.  Alone, encased and protected, may the soul now listen. Echoes are heard outside the walls. Walls that were built to protect the heart. Vibrations from the echoes will hopefully overwhelm the wall and find a way to break it down. The soul will trust with full faith that it will make The Wall crumble and that the spirit and soul will shine once again.

Excluded from art in high school because of overcrowding. My teacher said it was wrong, she tried to get me in. She said I was a natural artist. That was a long time ago. I am an old lady. In 1991 Hurricane Bob destroyed the building I worked in and I was out of work for a while. Bored, I bought some paints , brushes and canvas and that was it....I was hooked....and have been ever since. Self taught, I am now loving the digital process and hope others enjoy my work. Thank you for looking and following me!! Rokinronda