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An Artist’s Mirror

An Artist’s Mirror

They say an Artist’s role in life, is to hold a mirror up to society. Others say Art, is a hammer with which,  we smash the mirror itself… I stand in a room full of mirrors, holding a hammer… Shall I wield it? Or ditch it, and find a more subtle...
Something about Sunflowers

Something about Sunflowers

Something about seven sunflowers.. Collected by bicycle, a busy bee, flying from one stand to the next, seeking beauty and feeling the Sun shine rain joy on a cloudy day. Humming old songs from Jamaica, soft green-blue harmonies under a grey and threatening sky, the...
Good Words of the Morning

Good Words of the Morning

Rising early, standing on the balcony breathing morning air. Noticing myself feeling mixed and anxious. Praying for guidance, asking the divine for comfort. Compelled to walk, I let myself be led to the river. Sitting and breathing, awaiting the rising sun. Sitting...
Triangles are my Favorite Shape

Triangles are my Favorite Shape

The Delta leaves me shifting, a change in: breathing, sensations of lifting. Where the river meets the sea, coming together of  what was, and all that potentially be. Designed simply, three points where two lines meet, with strength, embracing the “let right now...