brookecutler2

  • Write With The Wind

    I cannot create unless I soften. I cannot write with the wind, I must become it. I am the beautiful breeze that flows these words into the sky of all things. Human is but a small part of me. The… Continue reading

  • A Beautiful Choice

    Today. What a beautiful choice. Continue reading

  • Cherry Sky

    The cherry sky was never meant to stay, however beautiful. Continue reading

  • Devastated

    I’m devastated, I really can’t paint it any other way. Melbourne, my home town, has gone into stage four COVID restrictions (the highest level: full lockdown, but for essential food/medical needs), which is very much necessary given the rising case… Continue reading

  • Just The Way You Are

    For the ones who think they are broken. You are beautiful. Just the way you are. Continue reading

  • Home

    Home is in this house. The quiet of my love for them. The dreams of my essence, racing into a fresh new world. Home, you are my refuge. Family, you are my home. Continue reading

  • A Soft Smile From A Friend

    In the morning I will ask for peace and a soft smile from a friend. Continue reading

  • The Apple Tree Of Everything

    This is the Apple Tree of Everything. You may pick only one apple, today. Hold it in your hand. Look at it. Really, look at this apple you have picked. To say it is red is hardly enough. There are… Continue reading

  • The Pursuit Of A Beautiful Life

    Failure is followed by trying again better. And so I will never believe in failure. I will only believe in the pursuit of a beautiful life.   Continue reading

  • Connection

    But if I was always happy how would I know the absolute beauty of real human connection. And how would I discover the strength I have inside. Continue reading