Writer, digital artist, Pseudonym, book cover artist
Dear Lord, the weight of words are too heavy to possibly float upon the grace of light, which dawns- glimmers of the eternal in her eyes, therefore, captivating men as does the sun to the land. Blue flint struck harshly, sparks secrets- gripped in her gaze. Soft contours become your freedom, where by mercy you may die upon her lips.
-Musing: Bridget Chase 2017-
Artist, “… ” -Mr. Duck-
Master musician with no skills.
The Full Team
My dog Lollie
My old Art Car