Vietnam, 1953: the last of the rain/ has settled. a rainbow/ begins to form as i/ go out to grab some/ groceries. the produce/ man smiles and waves/ as i head home./ metal against wood./ burning embers./ boiling broth./ and just like that:/ dinner is served.
I've always fixated on sounds, isolating them, meditating to the gurgling rush of the heater, the wetness of feet unsticking from the floor, the mingling of exhales . . .
The goal my T-shirt, while simple and plain, is to express the human body’s relationship with the world. While we are small in the world on an individual level, the inner balance and “zen” we all seek in life, through …