So, I’ve been a bit more dedicated to my art these days. Being single does that to a girl, I suppose. Here I made a two page spread in a little art journal I found while cleaning my studio. I promised myself I’d finish one … Continue readingIf you choose to enter here
Broke up with Brooklyn Our relationship was not going well you see I Prefer to be with those who when I love them, they love me back I broke up with Brooklyn Said goodbye and bid farewell All I gained from BK besides my … Continue readingI said goodbye to Brooklyn
All the world’s a stage, and I promise-I’ll remember my lines. All the world’s a playground of laughter and cultures and languages I’ve yet to learn, all the world’s this wonderous place, and I promise you tiny pieces of sacred chocolates here and there, scattered … Continue readingPromises
Hello! It’s been a minute. Sorry about that. I’ve been so scatter-brained lately. I did get a chance to take a walk with my daughters, and got some photos of a few flowers I loved: We went to Watchung Reservation, which is my favorite spot … Continue readingUpdate-New Video Blogs Posted!
He told me, in between kisses and paintings That nothing is ever promised I told him, I’d rather know I’d rather plan I’d rather have the notion in my head that if I believe in something Maybe it’ll happen Preachers preach of evil … Continue readingSeasons & Reasons
The Summer you were born was the summer I became a mother and I came alive finally I saw the world in color the summer you were born, was the summer I was born I was made from blood, diapers and breastmilk you … Continue readingSummer & Winter
poetry on a stage read aloud to a crowd. This fuels me. On the stage I become a different person. I conjur the energy and persona of my dear friend Liz, who lit the stage up like no other. It is a story that … Continue readingPoetry to a Crowd
The Way to the Lotus I have given birth today To death and pain Traveled in time To a darkness once cast upon me Dark cloud realized in me My Self My Spirit I Have been Illuminated I know how to find the path … Continue readingOn finding Nirvana everywhere
Will you let me see the cracks in your paint if I choose you to be my love? will you let me see the softness the vulnerable part of you that only your mother knows exists will you let me see the holes in your … Continue readingShow me