Drew this for my parents.

Drew this for my parents.

posted on 10.01.13

Been seven years since I touched a drawing tablet. This is my first doodle with my new Bamboo Splash :3

Been seven years since I touched a drawing tablet. This is my first doodle with my new Bamboo Splash :3

posted on 10.01.13

Photo by Wylie Maercklein
Model: Me [DigiMoth]
Transmission from Planet Nymphtune #5

Photo by Wylie Maercklein

Model: Me [DigiMoth]

Transmission from Planet Nymphtune #5

posted on 20.05.11

Photo by Wylie Maercklein
Model: Me [DigiMoth]

Photo by Wylie Maercklein

Model: Me [DigiMoth]

posted on 20.05.11

Smoke Signals/Transmission from Planet Nymphtune #4 by me [DigiMoth]

Smoke Signals/Transmission from Planet Nymphtune #4 by me [DigiMoth]

posted on 07.04.11

My Salvadoran Comfort by me [DigiMoth]
Old one from my watercolor journal.

My Salvadoran Comfort by me [DigiMoth]

Old one from my watercolor journal.

posted on 07.04.11

Photo by Wylie Maercklein
Model/Frequency: Me [Moth]
Transmission from Planet Nymphtune #3
What if we’re all figments of your imagination?
Then you are all infinitely powerful.

Photo by Wylie Maercklein

Model/Frequency: Me [Moth]

Transmission from Planet Nymphtune #3

What if we’re all figments of your imagination?

Then you are all infinitely powerful.

posted on 18.02.11

Photo by Wylie Maercklein
Model: Me [Moth]
Everything I’m wearing is a gift from a different dear someone. Some days I feel a bit spoiled <3

Photo by Wylie Maercklein

Model: Me [Moth]

Everything I’m wearing is a gift from a different dear someone. Some days I feel a bit spoiled <3

posted on 16.02.11

Transmission from Planet Nymphtune #2 by me [DigiMoth]

Transmission from Planet Nymphtune #2 by me [DigiMoth]

posted on 08.02.11

Flipside ticket request envelope &lt;3 by me [Moth]

Flipside ticket request envelope <3 by me [Moth]

posted on 08.02.11

Back of my Flipside ticket request envelope by me [Moth]

Back of my Flipside ticket request envelope by me [Moth]

posted on 08.02.11

The Musician

300 miles and the muse still feels the echoes tugging hard.

The notes carry through the hallways calling her by many names.

Before she blinks she feels water running down,

As her head fills to the brim with the song.

She heard the transmission, it won’t leave her alone.

You have reached her and it has stopped her in the cold.

She wants to reach you, she wants to touch you.

She opens her lips, but only this liquid pours out:

Be still. In this stillness look in. In is a direction not a location.

You’ve been drowning.  When all the while, you’re 3 feet deep.

Worship the air, the water, and seek purity for your blood.

Your body was a gift and it knows the way.

You are the only one keeping yourself from your dreams.

They beckon you like the tide pushing against the land.

Leave the excuses and the hurt where you stand, they will serve you no longer.

Out of the frost you can emerge as new as you will.

She is only as close as you are to yourself.

Written by me [DigiMoth]

posted on 03.02.11

"A Message From the Waters"
The tides of love will take you where you need to be.
Don&#8217;t resist this one,
For your own reflection can be found if you let your inner self be still.
-DigiMoth 2010-
Photo by Wylie Maercklein

"A Message From the Waters"

The tides of love will take you where you need to be.

Don’t resist this one,

For your own reflection can be found if you let your inner self be still.

-DigiMoth 2010-

Photo by Wylie Maercklein

posted on 08.10.10

"Listening to the Trees"

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You have always been friend to us.

If you ever desire a quiet moment, a shelter above you, or the love of something old, we are always close at hand.

You have been fashioned into many a thing.

She pulls your consciousness through embodiments with the simple pull of her fingers.

She is in constant search for herself through you. You are her dream.

You are your own dream.

-DigiMoth 2010-

Photo By Wylie Maercklein
www.maercklein.com

posted on 07.10.10

The Best Kind of Crash

A vision of a collision, two forces meeting, crashing like waves, only to become one.

Before reaching into one another we must reflect in, be true, be here, be ourselves, and leave behind all our luggage that we keep trying to claim as our own.

Be certain that it has no place here, for if we leave it behind we can be absolutley free in this moment that we share here.

Resistance is the tension that causes us to break and crack under the pressure, but if we let go and allow our truth to carry us then hapiness will come easily.

We may surprise ourselves and one another with how far we can fly when the kite string is cut.

Our potential is more beautiful than ever thought. The journey is the best destination sought.

So hold on tight, its a beautiful life, and see how far we can go.

-DigiMoth 2010-

posted on 07.10.10

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