Donna Tull-Cox

Across the treacherous tundra of shredded paper, paints, brushes, pencils, pens and other collateral damage of a sixteen-year-old artist, lies my living lovely room. The house I dreamed of with the décor that cost years of blood, sweat and tears. This mess makes this house our home.

Picture Christopher Cox, story Donna Tull-Cox,
Bridgetown, Barbados