What Happened to Me at the Intersection Called Serendipity

These are the times in which the stars are in sync and the planets align.
We could crash into each other like snowflakes gently falling to Earth on a winter’s day.
That disorganized, unexpected, beautiful chaos.
Where we meet at the intersection of fate and destiny.

Serendipity I think it’s called.

Tracey Emin’s Neon Lights

Creative expression is in my blood. My grandmother and great-grandmother on my mother’s side, love to paint and write. My father is a photographer, his family tree is dotted with many creators of art, not only with the lens, but they are also incredible crafters creating many beautiful things out of Read more