HER-story:

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

Wednesday, February 24

a longing


"Something has reached out and taken in the beams of my eyes.

There is a longing, it is for his body, for every hair of that dark body.

All I was doing was being, and the Dancing Energy came to my house.

His face looks curiously like the moon, I saw it from the side, smiling.

My family says: 
Don't ever see him again!
And they imply things in a low voice.

But my eyes have their own life; they laugh at rules, and know whose they are.

I believe I can bear on my shoulders whatever you want to say of me.

Mira says:
Without the energy that lifts mountain s, how am I to live?"

- Mirabai (15th century)

Tutankamun and rose petals