a child of the winter, rivers and stars

by Rachel Lynch in

Together we can sing songs of mother nature and lead our gypsy lives. I keep stubbing my toes on lighting and gracefully falling to the floor with every attempt at consistency.

These were taken on the last day of February, the hotel shoot. I begin to understand more of what art is, everyday. The extreem expression of love and infusion of skulls. I've got bones that were made for art.

We are children. Running wild, running ragged in the breeze. I'll chase you up the sprial staircase and breath through the cracks in the walls. I am everywhere you want to be and I bring with me everlasting youth. The song of the child and the words of the waters. Come dive with me.