Ghostly Heart sculpture art ball

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Ghostly Heart sculpture art ball

I have been staring at the cursor for quite a while trying to gather my thoughts.  The blinking line on this blank computer page is filled with so much more expectation than if I just had a piece of paper sitting quietly in front of me.  It seems to be prodding me into action, and simultaneously lulling me into a hypnotic state.  This will probably be the most coherent one of these things that I ever write.  Just thought I would warn you now, whoever you are.

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Papaya Dog, New York City

notes from New York City

Papaya Dog, New York City

walked a dozen blocks,

breathing it all in

the old, the new, the beautiful, the crumbling, all linked together by sidewalks and narrow streets like strings tying together.

walked a dozen blocks, lived a dozen different lives

the doorways, the windows, the alleys

worlds like secrets written on a piece of paper,

folded, in my pocket


Long Life Noodles/ Longevity Noodles

Year of The Rat: A Chinese New Year menu (complete with soundtrack) and a fresh mission statement to boot

Long Life Noodles/ Longevity Noodles

Looks like we have found ourselves once again on the brink of new beginnings…Chinese New Year. New moon, fresh starts. We have successfully passed through winter’s gate, and are now inching our way toward spring. Could there possibly be a better time for a celebration of friends, family, and food?

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Arrows in Birmingham, Alabama

Postcard #5: Alabama

Arrows in Birmingham, Alabama

Rainy day with the windows open. Listen to the heavy drops hit the leaves and the pavement, a symphony of percussion. Puddles everywhere, and the little one naps after a morning of stomping in the water until we were both soaking wet. Hot coffee. Layers of beautiful grey light- perfect for daydreaming, and plotting sculptural forms that extend outward.


French Quarter, New Orleans

Postcard #3: New Orleans

French Quarter, New Orleans

I swear there was some sort of magic at work. (Or maybe it was just the champagne?). But as hard as we tried, we never seemed to be able to end up at the place where we began. Certainly the streets were shifting? Perhaps the situation required a breadcrumb trail…