It is the transfer of expression between souls. Human exchanges both trivial and meaningful weaving subtle or forceful threads into our consciousness. A continual experiment where moment-to-moment improvisations and human interaction define the outcome.

Sequences. The most vibrant ones being those through which you share yourself with others. Sharing the root of what is planted inside you. You, the vessel of distinct thoughts and abstract emotions paving their way through Soul.

Individuality and conformity both want your touch. One, holding the key to your origin. The other a disguise for the masses.

Break the line. These imprisoning bricks in the walls of your mind. Surrender to the guide of uncertainty that lights your path. This unpredictable journey of which we are guests eternally trying to uncover our purpose in moments as flickering as the stars. With all moments as fickle.

Plateaus. Deserting us with solitude. Accompanied by our own psyches and voices. Watching evolution plant the seeds for our behavior. Our daily battles the soil. We fight and grow.

Be not afraid of people's opinions if you have seen the dark side of humanity. I know the universe, so others’ perceptions of me do not harm my identity. Me, embodied with spirits and a soft shell that changes with time. Equipped with impressions of mankind. These reflections primal in tuning this craft of woman.

Daily life is a tool. This world a canvas, a playground for imagination. To taste, touch, see, hear, smell, feel, believe. In this poetry of life. With all it’s tragic irony and bliss. And characters. Remember the different people you are; father, mother, husband, wife, sister, brother, lover, stranger, worker, friend, and others, so many others.

There is value in daily human drama as references for portrayal. I am a mechanism for expression. Nurturing in my psyche an archive of human interaction. I am aware of the tools I possess; the depths of my mind; my voice in all it's tonalities; my face and eyes in all their gestures and subtleties; the power of being a woman. Knowing my heart is spilling with love in a world overflowing with hate. Keeping myself afloat and back to shore. To a land far from the norm of the establishment where I am uninhibited, safe, comfortable and free.

In this universe of existence, I am a warrior. My battle is expression. The quest for my freedom. Searching for the meaning, I travel this earth. Culturing my tuning, expanding my evolution. Taking note of recurring themes; god, nature, childhood, sexuality, love and pain. Transcending into passions; yoga, paint, photos, words, music, movement, and voice. Catharsis. And above all, to perform. For myself, for you, for my lover or that stranger. Weaving together threads of creativity from the colors of this circus. To document life experience. Then release... To share the secrets of lady nature's sensuality. I surrender to this art of being alive. For a modern renaissance my heart bleeds...

July 2002