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Still Life and Poem

  I am here for your consumption Take note where you’ve placed me Before you devour or worse forget you once looked upon me with delight.        

December 4, 2015 · 2 Comments

Divine Guardian

A sculptural behemoth of a winged figure awaits visitors at the Oriental Institute. Carved from a single piece of stone, this colossal statue depicts the strong musculature of a bull’s … Continue reading

August 4, 2015 · 1 Comment

Colorful Delights

A blanket of cold and gray has enveloped Chicago almost every day during the month of January. So imagine the bright surprise that greets me and Samuel when we enter … Continue reading

February 2, 2015 · 3 Comments

The Invisible Thread

In my recent blog, I suggested that artists present us, the viewer, with an invisible thread with which we can utilize to connect with our own personal stories.  A current … Continue reading

December 5, 2014 · 4 Comments

Unravelling: Beams of Hope

Since my family’s move to Chicago, I have been waking up next to a fine work of art titled, “Unravelling.” Its purpose and function varies from aesthetic prop to personal … Continue reading

December 1, 2014 · 2 Comments

A Courtyard of One’s Own

As a young girl, I had unique access to my godmother’s open-air courtyard. It was one of my most cherished hiding places. Surrounded by marble balustrades, pebbles placed in between … Continue reading

September 29, 2014 · 4 Comments

A Vast Indoor Space, Dia: Beacon

During spring break, Samuel and I trudged through Dia: Beacon, located off Route 9D approximately 60 miles north of Manhattan. Housed in what once was a Nabisco box-printing factory built … Continue reading

May 2, 2014 · 2 Comments

Laughter in Place of Words

Samuel waited patiently as I prepared our back-pack for the trek through Storm King Art Center. As soon as I unstrapped his car seat and made our way to the … Continue reading

April 20, 2014 · 7 Comments

Threads of Commonality

“Our commonalities may be as thick as a knot or thin as a string. As individuals we are strands; as a community we are interwoven. Both can be broken or … Continue reading

April 1, 2014 · 5 Comments

Uncommon Stillness

One of the pages in the picture book, “The Snowy Day”, by Ezra Jack Keats depicts the image of a child wishing to make a connection with the world outside … Continue reading

March 14, 2014 · 4 Comments