Beneath Manila’s Burning Sky

  Sunsets. Hmmm…  The sky doesn’t wait.  It rushes, spills, erupts into color.   It holds everything first: light, heat, tension. Until it can no longer stay undefined.     Manila sunsets aren’t soft. They burn. Just as vivid as…

Where Capacity Becomes Direction

Movement ceased to be an escape a long time ago. It stopped about being chosen or proving. Only… flow on a clean slate. Moving like it’s going to fall into place every time. And no matter what.   Green against…

THE MUSE WITHIN

THE MUSE WITHIN.     __________________________________________________________________________________ I create digital and traditional art inspired by nature, music, life, and spirituality.Request a catalog of available physical works at writeme@lheanstorm.com or reach out to collaborate or commission a piece.