Thursday, March 22, 2007

Two Creations from Maui

"Hawaiian Star Dancer"

"Inspiration from the Sun"

Wednesday, March 14, 2007


"Jailbird is from 1603, an allusion to a caged bird."

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"The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own."

~ from Maya Angelou's poem, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings"

Friday, March 09, 2007

The Flock has Flown

Last night was my second art show as part of the Roosevelt Art Walk, and today I am most certainly recovering from the shock of the event.

Not only did about 26 people show up for the event, but a few art walkers actually joined in as well. The house was crawling with friends, family, and strangers who were viewing art, eating, drinking, playing with magnetic poetry, entering to win a free massage, buying art greeting cards and postcards, and most surprisingly, buying art pieces. Last night I sold seven art pieces. Between 8:00pm and 9:00pm, my collages began disappearing from the walls. Patrons were coveting them, holding them to their chests, and lining up in front of Walaka to purchase them. It all happened to so quickly. I felt that my eyebrows were permanently raised the rest of the evening.

Suddenly, our walls looked very bare.

And I said goodbye to seven from my faithful flock one by one as they left with their new owners to live in new homes.


"She Learns to Love Her Body"
"Some Kind of King"
"Self-Love Valentine"
"Stitching My Life Back Together"
"Bird Angel"
"Her Life in the Shadows"
"Ghost Pigeon"

Tuesday, March 06, 2007


I want buoyancy; it is full and wet, like a newborn. I close my eyes and imagine slipping back into water. I am soft again, my skin slick and brown. I listen to the muffled sound of waves crashing, and somewhere deep in my gut, I feel myself rising up. I feel myself leaving him forever.

--from "Stomach," a work-in-progress

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Bird Button Mania

I bought these delightful buttons last week and feel the need to share them with you. Which button suits me best?