8/1/18 I look in the reflective glass mirror and swiftly cast my eyes away. What is this urge to run and hide that I feel deep inside? The eyes are the same, so blue and full of light. I’m afraid it’s too late, and what may they say before I venture out there, out there… […]
5/10/18 Fatima Ronquillo emigrated to Texas from the Philippines when she was 11. She is a self-taught artist who without awareness, began her training when she entered Junior High School. I came across Ms. Ronquillo’s work on Instagram in a post by the AWA Foundation announcing a group show in Santa Fe, NM which includes […]
6/13/17 Notes to Myself: In all the world there is a common thread of greatness. Built of atoms. We matter. The arrangements may vary and the external forms differentiated. The potential exponential if we see our common bond. It’s all there. Inside. Nothing to be created. Built of atoms. We matter.
5/14/17 Notes to Myself: Mother’s Day. I’m a mother with a daughter. And a daughter without a mother. At times I think I’ve felt like an empty cable car. It’s hard to remember what my mother looked like it’s been so long since her passing. I was 24. Last night I remembered some watercolor paintings […]
3/2/17 Notes to Myself:Comparing, shadows depletes my soul. It discourages my true spirit and that of others, always. It’s a harm I do to myself when I practice it. And it invalidates everyone’s unique and precious potential, including my own. I read recently… “My experiences will directly reflect my thoughts.” I rather my experiences not […]
2/5/2017 Notes to Myself: Did you ever consider the importance of each month within the context of a year? What would happen if one even just one was missing or taken away? I can take a lot for granted in the course of a year. But that tendency in me is diminishing. In February, I […]
1/10/16 Notes to Myself: “Eternity is called whole, not because it has parts, but because it is lacking in nothing.” Thomas Aquinas My spirit is whole and complete constantly seeking to open like a rose. My humanness provides contrast, like thorns on a stem, from where I can blossom.