Dear Friends, I would be nothing to you if I did not take what I have learned from my time here on earth and share it. Especially with those I love: My Friends. The last 5 years have left me particularly silent about the subject of my Dad's passing...At least publicly. I can assure you there was no silence in my heart or in my writings, as I have filled more pages than anyone will ever know. My Fathers Eyes - A Special Dedication Recently I have been thinking of my closest friends (many of whom are in their late twenties and early thirties). As time dawns on us all, I realize that the most loving gift I can give to them is to talk of the very thing that has robbed me of so much of joy: Losing my Father. But even m ore important: The dire necessity for someone to spend time with their own father. If I could not muster this courage, I would be no friend of yours. I would be nothing to you. This is a realm I know all too we...
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.