The Imperfect.

The Imperfect.

Souls of the imperfect collide and fall into the depths of wanting perfection.


Sometimes in life you gotta be like “no fuck you imma be me!”



This project is an exploration of form, texture, and color. It is an abstraction of six close friends, as each one of the forms relate to their personalities. The pieces together are also an abstraction of the word “DESIGN”

(via drugs-and-balloons)

“ As I look back on my life, I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better. ”

—    Steve Maraboli (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

The green kisses the grass so politely this morning.
The birds chirp and play; the proof of a happier day.
Corinne serenades so soothingly while I reminisce about the previous minutes dispersed.
No sign of negativity yet.
None of It’s gruesome kind.
Just soft music and nature the beautiful.