With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory...

Friday, August 2

sentada en blanco

Last night, I sat on a river rock.
It was smooth and became warm in my hand.

Together we sat in silence.
Together we sat in white.

The river rock confessed mysterious secrets and dreams.
He revealed his veins of gold.

 He showed me the importance of perspective and patience.
He reminded me beauty and wonder are everywhere.