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Category: Art

  • The training

    It is early morning. The hills are buried in a vast down comforter of muffling, white fog. Even as I watch, in no hurry to see the morning become day, I see the fog lifting against the hills, like a thermometer slowing rising. Once the ridge line is clear (and it is safe on those…

  • The Desdemona

    On the Patagonian coast, just off a ramshackle town, there is a shipwreck. When the tide is out, the kids go out there to play.

  • Unabashed

    I am writing, acting, putting words to paper in order to exercise them, exorcize them, get them out. They reside within me but they must out. It is the never-ending breathless gush. I am learning that mastery of the little things leads to mastery of the big things. I have always tended to focus on…

  • The gush of Life

    The crest of the hills runs like a ragged edge across my horizon, dividing this world from the other. I declare in this moment that I will break through. That I will not stay in this place. That I will not accept things the way they are, that I will push myself forward into the…

  • The glistening shards

    Glistening shards lie all around me. I must watch my step because in spite of their beauty – or perhaps because of it — they are deadly. I stand immobile, afraid to move my bare feet lest the shards slice my flesh and drain my blood. I admire them from a safe distance. These shards…

  • A woman in Buenos Aires

    The trail of passion leading from the South Carolina statehouse to an apartment off of Avenida Libertador is befitting of Argentina’s reputation as the land of impossible romances. The set-up is perfect: Mark Sanford, a successful U.S. politician, throws all caution to the wind, turns off his cell phone, escapes to the arms of a…

  • Concert Photography

    Before, when I wasn’t spending so much time on stage myself, I took many concert photos. It’s hard for me to sit still in a concert and taking pictures is a way of accompanying the music with action — and try to capture the moment.

  • The glistening shards

    My past life drains behind me as I prepare to transform again. This time there will be no running away, no half measures but rather a descending to the deepest part of myself. I know that I am within reach this time, that I carry the seed of what I will become inside me. The…

  • The genuine embrace

    I descend and transcend – and marvel at how the two can intertwine so freely. I can be at the lowest ebb and also running along the exalted heights. I can be so low that I want to die and so close to ecstasy that I am beyond death. In short, I live like the…