She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn't need no body but an open road, a pen and a couple of sunsets.

I am a wild woman. it would take a warrior to tame my spirit.

Art is my cure to all this madness, sadness and loss of belonging in the world & through it I'll walk myself home.

I don't paint what people expect, I paint what my heart yearns to express.

Her love is rare but she'll keep you wild.

I think people get lost in becoming someone other then themselves when they spend too much time in the presence of those who don't bring out the best in them.

They judged me like they would judge themselves and that's what they could never understand, we are all human but we are not the same.

Ask any dreamer, it's not an easy road, But to them; they never questioned, what they'd always known.

You won't forget a woman like her, easily anyway. Once you cross paths with Magic it's hard to see life the same.