how august and i met this year.
still very dry and hot, with walking thunderstorms. the sky is a spectacle.

i arguably made my new favorite art piece.

i also argue with my love affair with the color red.

somehow it feels out of place in this environment, but at the same time deeply primitive and intimate, running through the hidden veins of this land.

metal loves it.

harvest time.

gratitude and true abundance. laying foundations for the cold season.motto: every ending is a new beginning.

also, autumn will bring my first art show ever. how strange that feels.

seeing through glasses of love, as if witnessing august here for the last time.

the time is now.

new mexico is such a beautiful place.