just under the surface. Sometimes right beneath the skin we live and breathe in.
It’s the haggard truth hidden behind picket fences and under prize-winning rosebushes. It is the seat of all the negatives, the home of every nefarious intent you feel coming after you. It’s even the ghostly whispers of demons saying they ARE you.
It's the hell no one knows you had to take to get to where you barely are. And it'll hack Jacob's Ladder to bits if you let it.
We all have it. We live or die by it. Because it is also the only way out.
What is swept under the rug will rise up. Will you Fight for rights to Life?
Dark Fantasy Author and Multimedia artist Angel Brynner has marched to the beat of her own drum for more than two decades, building out her /grievechronic universe in books, murals, collages and interactive multimedia solo exhibitions while gypsying around the world for the love of art.View all by Angel Brynner
