There are diamonds hidden in the night where you can only imagine. Sounds of phosphorescence and the smell of rock and wine.
There are diamonds hidden in the night where you can only imagine. Sounds of phosphorescence and the smell of rock and wine.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, Acrylic and watercolor on paper, 38” x 50”

A piece of the moon felt no further than his aching heart. Pan right.
A piece of the moon felt no further than his aching heart. Pan right.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, Acrylic and watercolor on paper, 38” x 50”

 

She touched a stellar mass that marked the point of no return, and she had no intentions of crying about it. Explosion. End scene.
She touched a stellar mass that marked the point of no return, and she had no intentions of crying about it. Explosion. End scene.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, Acrylic and watercolor on paper, 38” x 50”

The dome carried enough light to perfectly secure us from the invasion of wild beasts.
The dome carried enough light to perfectly secure us from the invasion of wild beasts.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2013, Acrylic and oil on paper, 38" x 50"

Suddenly we found ourselves in the presence of something entirely fortunate.
Suddenly we found ourselves in the presence of something entirely fortunate.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2013, Acrylic and oil on paper, 38" x 50"

There are diamonds hidden in the night where you can only imagine. Sounds of phosphorescence and the smell of rock and wine.
A piece of the moon felt no further than his aching heart. Pan right.
She touched a stellar mass that marked the point of no return, and she had no intentions of crying about it. Explosion. End scene.
The dome carried enough light to perfectly secure us from the invasion of wild beasts.
Suddenly we found ourselves in the presence of something entirely fortunate.
There are diamonds hidden in the night where you can only imagine. Sounds of phosphorescence and the smell of rock and wine.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, Acrylic and watercolor on paper, 38” x 50”

A piece of the moon felt no further than his aching heart. Pan right.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, Acrylic and watercolor on paper, 38” x 50”

 

She touched a stellar mass that marked the point of no return, and she had no intentions of crying about it. Explosion. End scene.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, Acrylic and watercolor on paper, 38” x 50”

The dome carried enough light to perfectly secure us from the invasion of wild beasts.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2013, Acrylic and oil on paper, 38" x 50"

Suddenly we found ourselves in the presence of something entirely fortunate.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2013, Acrylic and oil on paper, 38" x 50"

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