Victoria Martyn

Speak to me. Take my hand. Grow to know me, I would link the minutes of my days somehow to your days. I want now to be close to you. If these our separate entities could come to grips, clenched like a Chinese puzzle... yesterday I stood in a crowded street that was life with people, and no one spoke a word, and the morning shone. Everyone silent, moving. words go here...This gallery is horribly outdated... if you wish to see more recent works, sent me email! I'm off of Elfwood... I've just grown away from this site and am sick of it and the way it is operated.