Creation

We are but Dust, Gathered from the Earth’s crust, Molded with Water, Formed by the Flares, Filled with Air, Brought to Life, At One with Nature.

D

AS HESTER PRYNNE WAS CONDEMNED TO OPENLY BEAR ON HER BREAST, THE CURSED LETTER IN RED, FOR THE CRIME OF AN ADULTERESS; I TOO CARRY A HEAVY BURDEN, THOUGH ONLY MY EYES CAN SEE INSCRIBED DEEP IN MY… Read More

TEARS OF RED

Returning to my previous Poetic Expressions series.

I WALK

2013 Watercolor, pen, pencil, pastel on Bristol 17×11 each (6 panels) A poem relating to my own inner struggles with Faith; how difficult it is to trust in something you don’t see or have and move on despite… Read More

Snapshot

Why do we like taking photos of ourselves? Don’t we see enough of our selves on the mirror? Is it because the camera “freezes time” by capturing that one second of our face, and holds it there, whereas… Read More