I can feel the battle eve when everything is calm,
and the water below flows the opposite direction.
Fishing flies fly, living dead.
But it is me who I cannot see.
Beneath the Surface
March 5th, 2010El Rezo
January 22nd, 2010Le reze a mis antipasados
y escucharon mi llanto.
Les borde un manto
y escucharon mi canto.
Es asi como nacio Elan
rezando en su cuna, bordandole un manto.
Su bracito inchado, su piecito doblado
su ojo golpeado, su aire bloqueado.
Rezandole en su cuna
bordandole un manto.
Mayo 31 / 2009 – Nace Elan y con El un poema y una nueva escultura
Hello World
June 13th, 2009
Welcome to my new website!
Please check it often and share your thoughts with me here. I’d love to hear from you and know what you are up to.
Below is a project I am working on. It is an embroidered image of my grandmother. This piece will be incorporated into a sculpture I started a while back. Excited to get back to it!
