Every morning here in Bangladesh , I wake up to the sound of the Azan (Muslim call to prayer). This chant is sung by one man and amplified through megaphones all over the city. It has a haunting and soothing sound all at once. It took us 3 full days to arrive in Dhaka (the capital). I left Los Angeles Wed morning, flew to New York. From New York to London, and then from London to Bahrain. Then from Bahrain to Dhaka. By the time my co worker and I arrived in Dhaka it was Friday evening. The city of Dhaka, Bangladesh is immediately impressionable. Most of its eye widening wonder stems from its population (9th in the world). You can see people everywhere in every corner. Furthermore, the pollution of the city can be immediately felt on the lungs as soon as one steps out from the airport. But the most maddening characteristic of all has to be the traffic. Whatever you believe in, pray to them before stepping into a car. I have...
Our creations are reconstructions of the way we experience the world reconfigured into artistic expression that reveals truth about the world inside us and the world around us. From an early age, I was aware of the responsibility that came with my gifts and I have tried to use my voice to create works and experiences that facilitate connection, hope and self-belief in others.