She is that wandering dog
sniffing the scent of past lives,
reading years between years
For years I've been trading promises with God.
Offering flowers for mercies,
fasts for protection,
money for more wealth.
Cleanse
In Cleanse, I disrupt the hierarchy between what is considered man-made and organic. Bringing different materials together, I challenge the concept of nature as divorced from culture, and seek to propose a non-hierarchical and interconnected relationship between them.
We should learn a lesson
From the water garden
From the flowers that never sink
dense forest trees
decrease daylight
circulating wind sways gaping limbs
How I can't resist feeling
we're but rude trespassers
in your presence
Like you, at times
when grief pours down on me,
nothing can ease the pain
but nature
He who created the original paradise, promised to restore what was lost
Paradise islands are highly desirable places. But does paradise truly exist?
There is a way of breathing
known to those who’ve
walked to the sky on stones and ice
Mirror
In these works, I depict art and life as parallel, a mirror to each other’s reflection.
In the middle of June, running
my fingers through the tangled vines
of the potted Calibrochoa
their sightings caused
more of a ruckus than awe.
Constrained Crane
I am often drawn to the discarded and forgotten, perhaps because of the untold stories those items represent.
If there are wings, let them be strong, dark-burnished as oxidized metal
that was pulled from earth, hardened with fire, spread to the air.
There is a new kind of flora
One less malleable
Though still most likely to endure