A resolution of hate, gave a newness to a life that was not befitting of myself. Rosie watches… The moment hate killed Mae, was the moment my flesh was compromised.  She knew the violence in her blood turned black and never again will the innocent and pure blood flow. Panic blurred my emotions as pain’s … More acknowledgement

Rosie watches

The experiences of hate, I remember one. Anger, frustration and hopelessness are emotions I’ve come to terms with. However, hate is the only emotion I will give my life so as not to experience again. After being found between the pea patch and the compost, I was placed with a family and after a temporary … More Rosie watches

a day of work

The exhilaration in the end of “a day of work” (well, at least… a day, 24 hours, 1,440 minutes, 84,600 seconds… at least), is a sad weight being released. Part of my process to create one piece, one piece simply because I made a promise, is by force in a way full of challenges, confrontations, … More a day of work


In preparations to explore the work process, a routine that is meant to be broken, I follow the path of mind and heart. Although art school didn’t open its doors to the impossible, it was an integral part of the process to bring me to the career that chose me.  As any job, I love … More defining


Cheers, Me Thank you for your kindness, I cannot let it go unnoticed how genuine of a being you are.  I’ve learned to understand your broad range of talent, intellect and creativity, and how those have shaped you into this person with confidence, limitations and drive.  You gift yourself to others and with grace, process … More Cheers,

Survival Technique #1

A crack of sunlight radiates heat while illuminating the delicate, weightless dust that swirls and parts as air’s existence is disturbed by motion. It’s a typically beautiful day full of ritual routines and when I have my mind in focus to absorb the complexities of this world, I savor each minute passing. Today, I cannot … More Survival Technique #1


Stepping out into the world, seeds ascent into the air, her life is being lifted and carried away, allowing the spring of life begin once again. Leaving the cafe, I release thoughts of her and glide into step.  Back to work. The dailies of responsibilities is a heavy burden and in the next five days … More Loft

”   .”

Why would I fantasize about my last breath? …because… Life is all I know. My only mother, I’ve ever known, passed in my arms. Looking down at your frail and lost face, dry and sunken, I only saw beauty.  Breath slow, weak in motion, I could feel the skip in life pulse a fast depletion.  As I … More ”   .”

Shadow’s Café

Stepping over the line into the neighboring world, the rhythmic beeps warn me the light rail train doors will suction shut.  Cutting off the cloud of thought which engrossed me… goodbye… Everyday is a ladder of struggles, stepping over the threshold and entering the world… stepping away from thought, completing the ritual of preparation (just … More Shadow’s Café


The moment we separated, did you say goodbye? Beyond the time you held me close, in your belly, you never knew me.  I hope you took care of yourself, I don’t want to think you were in peril and by all means, I hope my existence, in those few months of our lives together, didn’t … More goodbye…