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ORIGINAL WORKS › Nomad Land

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Nomad Land

$300.00

Watercolor on cotton paper, 9”x12”

Watercolor on cotton paper, 9”x12”

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First morning waking up in New Mexico.
Granola-bar breakfast.
SSRI taper making me feel a little drunk on my own blood — that strange in-between of chaos and beginning.

Trying to decide if this is homelessness or van life or just me, starting

Landed in Santa Fe after a five-day blur of states, gas stations, dog parks, body sore from shivering and one sunrise in Wyoming so gorgeous it nearly turned me religious.

Sushi dinner. North America’s biggest dog park (120+ acres!!). A cool n

Pulled over on the side of the highway near Sundance, Wyoming a lot this morning.
The colors kept reshaping themselves, and even though caffeine was a full hour away
— everything is so far apart out here —
I couldn’t make myself rus

Higher power be up to something. Dogs in the back. Been saying I wanted to live in NM for almost a decade. Why not? Let's gooooo. Fleeing back to my warmer weather.🌵☀️

4th step work but make it cute with breadsticks.
Call my sponsor because I resent you for dying.
Possibly changing the Google Maps destination again.

Barely moved on the map today:

Rest. Therapy. Step work.
I wasn't very nice. Pineapple chunks.
Antibiotics. Contact purge.
Tiny old dog hated the snow (literally started howling); warmed her in my shirt.
Honest + dishonest.
A ceremony that felt pivo

Still alive—honestly wasn’t sure if I’d freeze to death last night or not. Heading west. Repeating a mistake from 2014? TBD. Can’t feel my hands or feet. Increasingly feeling like

Two weeks of pure chaos:
psychosis, Spanish moss, bad pizza, good dog parks, Stephanie Foo narrating my crisis,
painting the van salamander green like that would fix anything,
sleeping in 22° parking lots, YouTube diagnosing me hourly,
and callin

writing in dog parks across the Southeast
this one rewinds four days

Dog break in the ER parking lot bc #sickosinglemomofthree I need a coma and probably don't want to know what the code colors mean. Scout and I are excited to go somewhere outside after this.