Sabrina Lloyd

Spring is reaching out her hand, pulling us slowing out of winter. I hold her tight, interlace her fingers with mine, chasing that...

Is this just age? When time seems to move so fast that you turn around and days bleed into weeks that leak into years so that you wake up...

“sunray” 14x 19, mixed media I find myself holding hope today, as the sun sets and a new moon begins its rise. My hope holding hands with...