I am excited to a part of the Exotic Art Show at Alwun House in Phoenix. I had taken a couple photographs that Boudoir style and really loved how they turned out. In fact, if I were to do any kind of portraits, boudoir would be the style.
The idea came to me when I was getting ready for bed and I was getting my red satin blanket how I wanted and the only light was the light under my side table. As I grabbed the blanket and noticed the lighting, I had the idea! The first was the hand. I tried to capture with my hand but didn't work as I wanted. So I asked a friend and she agreed as long as no one could see her face. So, these were captured.
I haven't finished this series unfortunately. I need to find another who would be willing to pose for me.
In the meantime, if you're in the Phoenix area, go check out the art gallery and this show.
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.
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.
So I did a thing…
Back in the day, I used to ride a Ninja. Then life happened.... a move across two states forced a decision: ride it all the way there or sell. I sold it, thinking I’d be back in the saddle soon after settling in.
Yeah… “soon” turned into 20 years.
But guess who’s back on two wheels?
Here’s to rediscovering freedom, one ride at a time.
And may my stress be taken away… like Calgon, but louder and with a little more throttle. 🏍️✨
