BoomerKick

Fierce red hair like fire and green eyes that puncture your soul. Her form is dark and animated like charcoal on vellum given life by the artist’s own longing. About her is the sense of a pine fire raging through the wood. All light and dark and burning and the promise of fresh growth pricking at the nose. She stands garbed in nothing more than a plain white cloth which she holds aloft to show a child about her knees as bright as the wind which pushes her on; and just as strong. Hair like clouds in the midday sun and eyes as green as the mother’s which burrow into your heart. The child knows truth better than any other. Behind,