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 On school days, Books, games, and laughter On weekends, There were three little faces… Continue reading
My line study exercise is finally over. I learned so much from this exercise. I accomplished my first goal which was to give my work its unique characteristics. My next exercise will be… Continue reading