I Fell in Love with the Moon
I fell in love with the moon when I was five years old. My mother forced me to sit still in front of the television and watch as the Eagle crept down and settled on the powdery surface of the moon.
Because some people like to watch the world learn
araumi ya
Sado ni yokotau
amanogawa
the rough sea
stretching out towards Sado
the Milky Way
Immigrants Find Home at Cantor Art Center
I connected with the work of Aliza Nisenbaum. Like me, she teaches English to immigrants. She taught English at the Immigrant Movement International, a community space in Queens started by the Cuban-born artist and activist Tania Bruguerahe.
Beautiful Imperfections: Interlocking Threads with Memories
Hand crafted projects rarely are perfect, I remind myself. I have learnt to embrace these imperfections and incompleteness, the wabi sabi (侘寂) of life. The simple Japanese concept of coming to terms with transience, the imperfections and the incompleteness that life holds.