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Mending
This piece is a self portrait. How I view myself, what layers I carry, how I treat those layers and where I think I belong in this world. Today I think I know what it is like to feel loved and seen, because that is what I lacked the most in my life. This piece which talks so much about me, my body, my fiber, my being, how i would have liked to exist if not as a human should be best described in my favorite language which is the language of music.
Moon, tell me if I could
Send up my heart to you?
So, when I die, which I must I do
Could it shine down here with you?
Now the tide is rolling in
I don’t want to win
Let it take me
I will be on way
How long can I stay
In a place that can’t contain me?
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