Who Let Frank Out? Art Print Frame Color:BlackWho Let Frank Out? A Childhood Memory Frank the cat, is at my feet, He paws at my door when monsters creep. I let him in, fall fast in his fuzzy embrace, Frank on my belly, his pads on my face. Scared 'cause the Creepers were loud in the night, We huddle cuddle, blankets pulled tight. By morning, my mother would come in, soft and sweet, She'd pick him up, "Oh Baby, do you want something to eat?" No words for me, just silence and space, No lie, Frank
and perspective
In the story of a porcelain tale
I chose to follow my artistic instinct
𝕹𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖎𝖋 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉
This vibrant artwork portrays a woman with her eyes closed
paper prints of engravings
your companion
my punk rock band
Looking into the distance through blinds: Reflections on an infinite water
you are the one who listens
Photos of aged galvanized iron cladding inspired this abstract work
This work arises from paint stains that I digitize and intervene personally
