SAY WHAT? The practice of journaling has become a life-style for me. Most of these blogs come from my personal journey and the pages of my life. Hope you enjoy.
Staid Sunday, March 20, 2016
They hug gnite Each one wanting more.
Heads hung in wonder parting Their separate ways asking what went wrong?
When she kissed me Her throat chirped enjoyment Wen she left me standing My desire shriveled
U from whom I expected nothing Covered me with blankets of sweetness But I remembered it was you From whom i expected nothing
Old friends. Incensed, remeet. Chance. She says, date me I say, sister you?
In Memory of Madiba Sunday, December 6, 2015
I was living in South Africa (2013), when the rumors began that “Madiba” was already dead…
Some white South Africans were terrified and whispering that when Nelson Mandela died, the Africans would rise up and kill all the white South Africans. Everyone else knew that ALL South Africans were too in love with their brand new baby Democracy to do anything like that. It was an interesting and sometimes frightening environment to live in. The country, (or was it just me?) held its breath for months. Around July I decided to return to the States because my mother was ill. After 3-4 months back in Jersey City, I began to fiddle with my art again (as usual), to process life. I made mini prints of the photos of everyday life i had been taking since back in jersey city. Somehow I thought arranging these images may tell a story. I was thinking about Mandela, the icon, and at the same time, searching for my own icon. Lady Liberty was my neighbor. I began to use the photos in a collage style to make her image. As she began to appear, I realized that she herself was not free…she seemed muzzled…or was she a bandit holding all of us hostage?
I finished the piece the week it was announced, Dec 5, 2013 that Mandela passed away. I consider this piece my tribute to him and to the concept /question / threat: “Liberty and Justice for all”
Grace Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Grace is ‘It is what it is’ and I can and will love before i understand it, figure it out, fix it, change it, denounce it or refuse it. In fact, the only refusal in Grace, is the ‘refusal to control’. Grace agrees with hands off.