y sabor
2.25.07
january was a bit of a blur and march is coming upon me quite quickly. in all of the headiness there is the continuous reminder that i am changed, i am a foundling, i am new again, i am.
i look at last year and it really blows me away; i look ahead and think, what am i not capable of? what can't i do? where can't i go? sometimes, even in the bass notes of seeming powerlessness, i feel invincible; there is strength in vulnerability and while there was a time that i feared such duality, i find that i revel in it more and more.
creatively, i crave a level of expression and experimentation that has begun to challenge my senses, wondering about the time/space and all that jazz...
with all the curls up front
with all the curls up front
with all the curls
up
front
alina reyes
people are like that: they can't see how beautiful your life is, they think your life must be terribly sad if, for example, it is mid-summer and you don't have a tan. they want you to agree with them where true joy is to be found, and if you are weak enough to go along with this you will never again have the chance to sleep alone in a ditch in the black night.