Vintage - Devan Dennis

Last night I dreamed she came back again, a lovely ghost of an unknown friend. She was never known in this life of mine, a faded beauty, withered in time. She came with the wind, dancing in the low-light. I asked if she'd stay, hoping she might. She smiled and spoke of love for always keeping her visage with me -for all she ever wanted was to live in someone’s memory. To be a timeless beauty had always been her dream. She wanted to be known and share everything with me.

Devan Dennis - Stereotypes

Tell me who I am,

Everything I’m supposed to be.

Dress me up, paint my face,

Erase everything I dreamed to be.

Label me, judge me,

Never look beyond my appearance -

Admire my mask I wear so well.

Make me your insignificant puppet.

Create me in your image – yours alone.

Make believe I’m everything you think I should be –

A sad, stereotypical girl

Aiming to please.

Devan Dennis - Green

A forest maiden dwells hidden among the trees

A glint of her hair, a flash of her eyes among the leaves,

This is all many can say they have seen.

Nature’s spirit has chosen her,

Shielding her in shadows and glade screens of green.

She is a serene woodland nymph,

A wild masterpiece of the Earth’s creating,

Her surreal nature and song on the wind doth lure many,

Wishing for only a moment to glimpse this elusive beauty.

Movement - Devan Dennis

Water can put out fire, carve through wood, and when trapped creates a new path - a current never hindered completely, surrounding all that lay before it. Despite the quiet stillness that can be associated with water, movement is a constant - the tiniest ripple, or the motions of the life below. The raw power that can embody the natural flow of the water grows from the quiet, soft motions of the water streaming through its' peaceful world on a uniquely chosen journey.

Spring - Devan Dennis

When I think of Spring I mostly see the warming of the Winter and the melting of the snow. I picture beautiful botanicals defying the cold to capture any light they can simply to bloom. It is from all the harsh cold that this water comes to be and give life to the warmer of things.