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Commissioned piece I just finished for a friend :)  Black tourmaline and selenite. ©TangiblyYes

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Recent portrait. ©TangiblyYes

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One of the new pieces in my spring collection. ©Tangibly Yes

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Painting I did a few years ago.  Sold to one of my dearest friends, Ali. ©TangiblyYes

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Me. 2010.  Asheville.  ©TangiblyYes

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Some simple earrings I made for myself. Serpentine and Lapis. ©TangiblyYes

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Put a Bird On It! ©TangiblyYes

Artwork by me.

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Got my altar set back up.

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An Ode to Aubade

Rough draft of a poem I'm working on:

Lathe of the river. Gravity. Perpetual

Fall from higher ground.  Everything still

navigating through narrows that nobody 

foresees: So long, it was, when we

Walked that riverbed, too sheepish

To hold hands.  The humid breeze itching under our clothes

Cleansed and cold, the crisp valley air

An ache we hinted in our convoluted talks:

Callow, anxious, what wouldn't love give?

Sun rays from the west, Gaia's current that moves

The ground and its inhabitants, how nervous

We were, stiff and shaking: "Like this,

Do you like it like this?"  Up all night

Then waking to the smell of wood and sweat,

We lay grateful, winded, flushed in our faces,

Our own atmosphere dense and hard to breathe in:

We drank round the clock, seeking extremes,

Too hurried and heartsore to conceptualize time...

Out wading after midnight, we watched groups of fish in the shade

Bask and shimmer, gills widened

but caught on our hooks: Yanked from the water,

They spouted out, then pulsed and quivered

Drowning in air.  Their eyes, resigned and sober

Opening wider and wider... so much longer now

And I still sometimes forget,

That slime on our hands, the moon-glare

Rippling as we crouched on the bank

And scrubbed and scrubbed our hands in the dark water

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Thanks to my awesome and super talented friend in Asheville I'm going blonde for my birthday ;)

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Put some more paintings up in mom's house.

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My favorite shirt.

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The Gap In Between. ©TangiblyYes.  One of the only paintings I hung onto from my Summer 2013 Collection

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Me.  Photo credit goes to mom.  Also, hopefully this will be one of the last photos before I go to a 4g septum from the 6g I have now.