Love can be so hauntingly beautiful, waking up past selves that have been wandering aimlessly through the corridors of our soul, for far too long. When someone else can take us from the ghost-town of our inner-selves, to exciting new landscapes, it's worth the risk, just to feel reborn.

— Jaeda DeWalt

Love can be such a mysterious muse and seductress... spinning her magical web of stardust and emotional euphoria. True love sang her siren song, and we wrapped that song around us like the sweetest melody.

— Jaeda DeWalt

Make your pain productive and you can transform tragedy into triumph.

— Jaeda DeWalt

Mistress Creation keeps calling my name... i long for her, and she, for me... we will be reunited soon. In the interim, I bide my time dreaming of her, writing about her and stretching her across the vast landscape of my imagination. "Soon", I whisper to her, "Soon

— Jaeda DeWalt

My art is largely made up of my pain; re-framed, redesigned and re-purposed. It's a mutually beneficial experience for both the creator and the beholder. Transformative healing is a beautiful process.

— Jaeda DeWalt

My life isn't good or bad. It's an incredible series of emotional and mental extremes, with beautiful thunderstorms and stunning sunrises. Some would say this is my artistic temperament. Others would say I am mentally ill or bipolar. I SAY... it's a bit of both and I make the most of them, CREATIVELY.

— Jaeda DeWalt

My past takes no hostages, no prisoners. I've let go of yesterday and am free to receive the beautiful gift of the present.

— Jaeda DeWalt

My world is about Feelings. Sometimes, these feelings run so deep I fear I will drown. Creatively, it's a dream to be so sensitive. In real life, it's exhausting, as I tread water to keep myself from sinking.

— Jaeda DeWalt

Nature is our spirit, breathing.

— Jaeda DeWalt

Nestled deep within the hills and valleys or our deepest desires, we are already everything we wish to be. Our infinite potential hugging our interior landscape like a hazy mist, in the way that low clouds hug the earth. Patiently waiting for us to paint them onto the brilliant blue skies of our reality.

— Jaeda DeWalt