Discovery
I went into the woods because I wished to livedeliberately, to front only the essential facts of life,and see if I could not learn what it had to teach,and not, when I came to die, discover that I hadnot lived. Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Pioneer
The sea-shore is a sort of neutral ground, a mostadvantageous point from which to contemplatethis world. Henry David Thoreau, Cape Cod
In Solitude
To go into Solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as for society. Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature and Selected Essays
Origin
Creeping along the endless beach amid the sunsquawl and the foam, it occurs to us that we, too,are the product of sea-slime. Henry David Thoreau, Cape Cod
Awakening
Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn inme. Moral reform is the effect to throw off sleep. Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Sampan
2016 installations with voices imprinted of Boston Chinatown residents’ interviews Photography by Hanna Estice and courtesy of Sasaki
CamaraLantana
The Innocent State of Sleep He enters the canvas right about where The nude lady unrobes for her bath. If and only if, forgive their rudeness When no one responds to the intruding What a beautiful day! Quietly, he takes position behind the big tree. Immersed in observation. The brushstroke would not mind a bite. But instead,… Read more →
Bargaining Power
A Father’s Last Conversation Whether God exists has never been the real divider, but the interpretation of what God is. Duped into slavery, they believed working as serfs would help them pay back the White Establishment of the New World for helping them come to America, settle in, and own lands. They got buried deep into servitude and Stockholm Syndrome… Read more →
LightShade
Communication In the dark, I question how I feed. There, I wake up blind, mute, and dead-like. There, I am paralyzed from head to toes. I run fiercely through unlimited options from Dawn to Dusk. I need to feed my mouth, my skin, my brain, Becomes my daily breath and mantra. The flies caress my soon to be pruned skin…. Read more →
Lady with Shoe Fetish
Reflective of Becoming A broken mirror suffers the journey of becoming. The need to have a companion. Offer support in the journey of becoming The sacrifice of self Celebrate differences in unity. A Broken mirror in the journey if becoming. Impregnated reflection, a feather adrift Drunk in blue and green inks. Wandering the streets of Bourbon City. The Southeastern Wind… Read more →