Moon Rise, End of the Year, And Welcoming 2015 !

As the moon rises on the last day of 2014, I sat at my desk with charcoal in hand and began to draw a form that the paper was hiding and the graphite was hunting. In the end – this tree emerged, in solace and strength, protected and lit by the moon.   The leaves are the gifts nurtured and created, the Moon the guiding … Continue reading Moon Rise, End of the Year, And Welcoming 2015 !

Legs : Carry Me to the Moon and Back

      As a twelve year old fiddling around with my Das’s turntable and rummaging through his LP collection, I would often come across the strange, the weird and the wonderful. The “star” in this last category of pure joy and wonder had to be the soft and smooth notes of Frank Sinatara’s voice, carrying over melodies composed by the likes of Michel Philippe-Gérard and Anka. … Continue reading Legs : Carry Me to the Moon and Back

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; There is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

I remember getting english homework in junior high that guided us to write our own Haiku’s. The example we were given to follow in the 5-7-5 On (or translated as syllables for writing one in English) was : A caterpillar, this deep in fall– still not a butterfly. I didn’t know then that the example we were given was of the great and revered Japanese … Continue reading There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; There is nothing you can think that is not the moon.