So, what do you expect me to put here? Alright.
I work in oils. I work in acrylic. I work in fabrics. I work in inks and graphite and crayons and markers and clay.
I work out of my head, which houses voices that argue with one another.
Who am I. An American Indian/American Black/Euro white descendant.
A former bullied straight A student.
A functioning socioopath.
An animal lover.
Probably a demon too. No one's proved it's not true.
I have a light side as well as dark side. You can see it at www.ravnsyte.etsy.com in my crafts.
The dark is at www.ravnsyte.daportfolio.com
I can be found as @L_Bayne on www.twitter.com
I can be found as LadyBayne.deviantart.com
I can also be found in your shadows, that is unless you turn on the light.
So apparently there is a shade that hovers round the lake near my job. I see it usually after dusk now as i walk past said lake to get public trans. I sense nothing malevalent (sp) from it. But it stops short near me and just sways, as if dancing. Could be the frankincense oil i wear at times for it not to follow me up the block. Or it’s tied to the lake.
Just things that snip at the mediocrity in my life.
Can’t decide if i want whipped creme or sugar on my strawberries