Rarely does art come to life. LOOKING BACK AT YOU provides one of those rare instances to have a silent conversation with images.
God of This New Day 1. I've gone out into the darkness 2. to listen to the silence 3.of this night. 4. I hear the wind rustling through leaves
Not hiding from what I feel. Letting it come. Flow through me. Sit with it. Taste it, hear it, touch it, smell it.
I participated in the 2021 Inktober challenge of drawing something in ink everyday in October in response to a list of prompts. I made a video...
I want to stand in your day Awake. Serenaded with your song. Abloom I open
Let it in
this new day
strung together with yesterdays.
Yesterday you'd barely begun
I used to run away from fear. Fear scared me. I thought it was something to avoid at all costs, that which fear was warning me about. Then I got into a different relationship with fear.
How to describe it?
Her components? HO2
As a substance? The most abundant on earth.
As an element, which is part of life, and therefor me?
Who am I
to say hush
when everything is teeming
in full force.
draw near and listen.
where it helps to be quiet
You are ordered like the stars
whose light began traveling long ago
just to reach you
on this night.