An alleyway To some… But to others Living in some Far away land Where my memories Often linger, A two-way street.
Stepping into that space, I heard the doorbell ring, And memories of that song Blast into my world, Turning the mundane Into something magical. This is what great art does, It lingers… Continue reading
Don’t presume to know who I am, I am from everywhere and nowhere. I am an urban explorer… I know the city, Its history, its layers, Its invisible lines. I follow pathways and… Continue reading
A place where unconscious memories of our past, interface with the visual narrative of our present…
“Between pine trees And wild flowers, Small churches And bells ringing in the distance… Between shaved ice and pistachios, Bicycles, cows, horses and dogs On our way to the city, There was order,… Continue reading
Between pine trees And wild flowers, Small churches And bells Ringing in the distance… Between shaved ice, And pistachios On school days, Books, games, and laughter On weekends, There were three little faces… Continue reading
Off the grid, At the edge of society… What makes you odd, Could be what makes you great. Embrace who you are, Embrace your creativity.
Ink on the wall, Ink on my wall, Bold and refined, Twirling and twirling… Silent and Poised, Spark of genius, Or spark of madness, I see the light.
“There are places, in this world, that speak to you like old friends do. Places, with that air of déjà vu, where you instantly feel at home… Those are the places where I want… Continue reading
Unspoken words, Unheard laughter… Make it happen! Says the echo, How? Whispers my heart By Dominique Denis (Boca Raton, 10/18/2014)