Night Charm

Almost every morning the whispers of my soul wake me up and do not let me rest. I get out of bed with my demons and the voices only remain silent while I drink coffee and my hand hugs a paintbrush — nothing exists and I come from nothing. The Art appeared to change my reality, to endure the present and this story must continue. Showcased in the exhibition This is Life at West Osceola Branch Library, Poinciana Library, and Hart Memorial Central Library.