beauty – Jane Fox Art

.Project You

You…. Wake up every day. Eyes open, chest rising and falling. The thoughts, plans, lists and responsibilities start running through your mind. Your body resists the urge to move, stretch, get out bed. The lights come on, your eyes squint, your breathing patterns get shorter and you start your day. No matter what you doContinueContinue reading “.Project You”

.underneath

You ask me where I come from. What I’ve done. Where I’ve been. Who I am. I could write about my childhood…. growing up in a household with parents who don’t know what love is. With siblings that follow suit. I could tell you about the endless days and nights where I cried alone inContinueContinue reading “.underneath”

.i’ve learned how to forgive

I had a personal achievement a few weeks back. One that I had been working on/through for months, if not years. I understood the feeling but I couldn’t grasp the concept nor put it to words….. Until last week that is… A dear friend of mine asked me to elaborate on the subject… So hereContinueContinue reading “.i’ve learned how to forgive”

.i am listening

I am listening to you… with intent to learn, to grow and to give I am listening to you… to your words unspoken that seep through your bones I am listening to you… trying to grasp your language…. your needs and your wants I am listening to you… even when you think I am notContinueContinue reading “.i am listening”

.the art of my life

Most people question what kind of legacy they will leave behind…. I don’t care too much about my legacy from someone else’s eyes but I do want to look back at my life and be proud of the art it created. As an artist I love to create things… Music, poetry, jewelry, and visual art.ContinueContinue reading “.the art of my life”

.the dancer

And so the story goes That she sang her way through life Wandering through the paths unknown With her head up in the clouds And when the sun sets… Her head is upon my chest Although her lips are moving She is just talking in her sleep But she is dancing in my dreams… SheContinueContinue reading “.the dancer”