Today's theme was Noisy. I picked up my calligraphy pen and Indian Ink and decided to listen to the doubts and the noise inside me and let it translate on paper. I was not sure where it was going.Read More
I am craving silence.
I hear the sound of the ceiling fan, cicadas outside, a school bus passing. TVs with incessant, manufactured drama, treadmills, cash registers, politicians. The needs and desires of my husband, my child, my friends, and even strangers.
I am overwhelmed.Read More