This piece was inspired while listening to Roots by In This Moment. Particularly the chorus. This is my interpretation of metaphorical death and rebirth. Resilience is so important to survive in this world.
"I bite down a little harder
My blade's a little sharper
My roots, my roots run deep into the hollow
Strike back a little harder
I scream a little louder
My roots, my roots run deep into the hollow
I'm stronger than I ever knew
I'm strong because of you
I hit back a little louder
Fuck you a little harder
My roots, my roots run deep into the hollow"
This piece is for sale. I'm thinking of making prints available for sale too. Canvas size is 12x18
Rowdy wanted to play and Ronin was too busy sniffing and peeing on everything....
Not sure I want to share on fb. Lots of changes happening, some things in limbo. Been a roller coaster for a few weeks now.
Today was a magical day in the pasture! Rowdy was having the time of her life doing zoomies. Watching her race around, and tail flying, was pure joy.
Seeing her play reminds us of the simple pleasures in life. If you need a smile today, just picture her galloping, full of energy and spirit. 💖
Hi, I just rewrote my about page. Wrote it last week and lost it. 🙄
You can view it here:
https://zaviasstudio.locals.com/about
I'm looking forward to playing around in this space and getting to know you.
I know I've been ghost on here... honestly not a fan of the pay to play model and you probably haven't missed much. But I'm breaking my silence for something worth it.
I entered The People's Artist Competition..
It's a legit competition supporting The Art of Elysium, a nonprofit that brings art programs to communities that need it most.
You can vote for me once a day for free, you just have to register first. No purchase necessary, no credit card, just a quick signup.
If you want to see what I've been creating and throw me a vote I would genuinely appreciate it. A share would mean a lot too.
Not going to spam you about it but I did want you to know it exists.
My short trip to Vegas showed me something I hadn’t fully seen before, my drinking hasn’t been about fun. It’s been about escape. Not from people. Not from family. But from a place that feels like it's slowly suffocating my spirit.
In Vegas, I laughed, danced, wandered, felt inspired… all without a single drop of alcohol. Why? Because the environment fed me instead of draining me.
It wasn’t the booze I craved. It was aliveness.
Now I see it clearly: when the soul-starving stops, the self-medicating does too.
