DJDawson 2015 acrylic on canvas Perception is a funny thing. What do you see?
Up before the sun (with good intentions) Back to sleep (with no intentions) Rise, shine, quadruped shuffle ground beans and hot water sleepy-eyed talk of dance, and creativity what it means to be good at something to own what you put into the world without guilt or fear of being singled out she... Continue Reading →
❤ If you asked me five years ago, on a regular Saturday morning such as this, anything having to do with dating or coupling (outside of business or creatively contributing to something) or, God forbid, Love and such, I would have quickly changed the subject to you, your life and goings--on; or my daughter or... Continue Reading →
You and I have grown past love the way a child grows past a sweater or wears down the heels of rainy season rubber boots You and I have fished for love the way a 'coon paws murky ponds, half in/half out in shameless hunkered stupor grasping at anything -anyone- to fill the void and... Continue Reading →
Yesterday's eye opening mid-morning downdress did not keep me awake, thankfully. I do feel warned and better prepared to navigate that territory, should I find myself there, again. While I know, fundamentally, why I'm here - why I up and moved; why 97% of my belongings are in temperature controlled storage; why life is house/work/house... Continue Reading →