I have a resume, a business; a team, a last name I still confuse since I have returned to it, and things I love to piece together. I love-love; I love to sit in moments and see things; ugly things too. We all have both things; that make each other true; light and shadows.

Writing and creating art lives outside my morning routine; conference calls, the suited-up meeting, the well-written response, overthinking, passing, momming and high heels. I try without them and there is a difference. In this space I ponder this transient space we all abide in through Art; Worship, mythology, Sufism, Truth and Beauty. All dreaming, fantasizing, and flirting with poetry as I churn words with my fingers through art on canvas.

Poetry arrives like a fever and until I've written the words down and wrestled with them I am caged in a well.

My canvases are places I allow specks of my insides to manifest on the outside.

My substack.