After months of procrastinating, I finally made the form for the light installation at the Matthias building…
I have a survivor story to share with you, but I have not really done so with a full head of steam. Any less an effort is not my best. I am absolutely scared to evolve…of breaking the thread between the past and the now. Yet, I must.
I would write a beautiful book, a beautiful story… But it may not be pretty….
..their forces collide continuously..it is a sound unexpectedly raw…
My buildings, my dreams of the business of the gallery, and my dreams of my own creative pursuits scare the creativity into me…my family, my life, and my career in a very corporate world scare the reality into me.
Sunday, November 4, 2018 Eleven people died this week at the hands of another person who never knew… Read more Birds of a Feather, Indeed.
Not for even my own ego, not to show off, not to compete..Not for my parents, not for a man, and not for spite..
August 25, 2018 Handsome. Oh, that G~d had granted me a son. Solid. He stood before me with a silent… Read more Abundantly Perfect, Like Bird Berries…
“I walked into the courtroom with a first glance at the clock…”
March 1, 2018 Majestic. The sky’s contest, a vying among the then waxing moon, the awakening buds of a virile… Read more Proposing a Lioness Adventure, (with soot. dirt. smudges.)