Nayebi nakoya, nayebi nakoya oh oh. Na yebisaki yo nini eh? What did I tell you? Ko zonga oh mboka te oh. Yo ozali moto libanga eh.

Thoughts of a sober white women. Monday, February 20, 2012. Well, here I am six weeks out from major surgery, and I am doing so much better! If I had been totally honist with myself and everyone else, well, lets just say I was on the edge of a breakdown. Today, my holes are almost healed. I never thought I would see the day when skin would once again cover the holes in my chest. My arms and chest are still very tender and lifting and holding things can still hurt me, but I am getting stronger eve.

Not so much reviews as experiences. What initially drew me to it was Philip McGinley, an acquaintance, then I read the description and thought it sounded interesting, so I booked. Why do I bring all this up? To hopefully allow those reading this a little insight into what it costs to put on new work. I started going through all this in my head after seeing Microcosm.

Monday, September 15, 2014. The train whistle blows as I pass through another no-name town, filled with lush greenery and gemstone houses, hugging the glassy waters of the Hudson River. Everything was going to be different this time. We had good friends, I had a shi.

Zephyr sits under the late afternoon light in Simpson bay, St Maarten. Friday, August 19, 2011. the landscape, seas, skies, and wind were all collectively the best yet. Green flash last night and too many rainbows to count. Tuesday, August 16, 2011. Saturday, August 13, 2011.