Agony of Self
Upon this golden bed
between the living and the dead
I ache knowing that the things I love
will eventually fade away.
between the living and the dead
I ache knowing that the things I love
will eventually fade away.
facta non verba (deeds not words)
The last year has brought deep sorrow, undefinable joy and captivating discoveries both with my personal and professional life. In the years that I have lived the most evident truth I have found is that baring my soul to those who see my artwork or read my poetry is bound to cause a multitude of emotions both within myself and the person entering my lif
The Connection Between Artist and Writers
When I write I consider the metaphor, when I sculpt I consider the 3D metaphor, as a poet-sculptor I am constantly aware of the evolution of my art forms and to what degree they influence one another. It is easy to wonder which between the two is more everlasting.
WHY I SCULPT BODIES IN MOVEMENT
“Dance is the hidden language of the soul” Last week I had a conversation with a friend of mine who teaches movement to children and adults. The goal is to teach these students alternative healthy techniques to cope with stress, loss and loneliness.