“When this image was taken with my camera on a street in Tehran and later uploaded to Pinterest, I never imagined I would see it again in such painful circumstances, circulating across Iran and beyond. This photograph is dedicated, with respect
The Shadow, the vein, and the silence. 2nd set ________ #palette #artistnotes
The sky, the earth, the poet. 🎨 #palette #wip
It went missing a year. It was lost during an epileptic seizure. Found it after a light returned into my life. Aren’t signs funny? _______ #returneditems #notlost #keepsake
Beauty in a thing so small. A flower and a wall.
At the desk 2025 ______________ #drawing
Sweden’s mushrooms 🍄 ________ #SwedishForest #Mushrooms #FloraFauna #Fungus
Flowers. ________ #flowers #daisies
Howdy. Third generation Latina. Mid 2025 ________ #Latina #Artist #Woman #Spitfire
The Sun Your gift does not know the sun once laughed — and from its eye a tear of fire fell loose. It fell to dark — and that bright secret keeps light in me. This is how we seed our Garden. Marni Fraser 02.21.2026 _________ 202
Lake Tahoe, 2013 _______________ #laketahoe #nature #américa
2026.
Excerpt: “Oh that deep and dark, and most hidden inventory of bruised body and bonds, like a private atlas of roads where love was rationed. If I sound calm, it’s the calm calamity of survival. See me, I’m exact, I’ve rec
The beginning of a new painting and it feels like it has been quietly waiting. A personal homage to Artist Sarkis Katchedourian. I first began this work over a year and a half ago—made several transfers, studies, careful attempts—but the
Gold, everywhere. This is tonight. Then the blossoming ~ #workdesk #transfering #composing #drawing
Excerpt— I saw desire as another voice, throwing its mouth around love that thinks its hunger is holy— my thirst an altar of mirrors, its sex forgetting its own hands, devotion kneeling to anything staying. So I stood a while and let th
R E L A X ________ #relaxing ________ A great writer is a blitzed illusionist of portable magic. You’re welcome. —A.K. Kuykendall
#36 Untitled “The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.” — Marcus Aurelius I. Turn your gaze toward your own portion of the matter. Ask whether the discharge of frustrated violence—turned inward or loosed upon