The Pale Earth Beneath My Feet is an ode to the desert—here and afar—that have come to know me and I them. Their pale soils, red oxides, ochres, and earthy pastels dancing across the horizon.
The Pale Earth Beneath My Feet is an ode to the desert—here and afar—that have come to know me and I them. Their pale soils, red oxides, ochres, and earthy pastels dancing across the horizon. Their blue skies fade into eternity. Their sunsets and sunrises stop me dead in my tracks, clinching my soul with their fiery colors, arresting my breath with their soft pinks. Their skies so full of stars. They hold me with their beauty, their thorn stopping harshness, and their mischievous winds. Their raw, unapologetic, nature reminds me that the connection we share is a universal truth—that it is the flow of reciprocity and love that brings us together [and its absence that tears us apart].
