Barefoot

I have always loved being barefoot. 

Ever since I was little, I would go outside barefoot. 

I was a bit of a free spirit when I was little. 

I work cheetah print anything, and clothes that were much to big.

I had wild hair and barefeet. 

I'm very thankful to my mother for not trying to make me something I wasn't.

She told me when I looked absolutely ridiculous.

She told me when I looked a little too homeless..

but other than that, she let me be.

She let me play outside dressed like a wild child,

she let me talk to trees, and collect rocks.

She taught me what to say when I was teased and made fun of.

Because of that, I grew up brave, and my feet grew to be tough.

Even now, I will often walk barefoot. 

Over little rocks, pebbles and sticks. 

I think it feels good. 

It's not just that the little rocks massage my feet,

or that the warm pavement feels good..

It feels more natural, almost the way it should be.

Exploring barefoot is my favorite.

Hiking comes in second place.

 Barefoot in Arkansas

 Barefoot in Utah

 Barefoot in Hawaii

 Barefoot in Mexico

 Barefoot in North Carolina

 Barefoot in Memphis

 Barefoot in the Redwood Forest

 Barefoot in Utah

 Barefoot in Arkansas

 Barefoot in Mexico

Barefoot in the mud, under a waterfall in Utah.

Now in the colder months, going barefoot is a little less convenient.
instead I dream of going barefoot in the forest, and paint if of course.

With one of my favorite quotes hidden in the branches.

"Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair." -
  --  Kahlil Gibran

Painting and Prints available in the shop.