Exhibitions









Cañao


different sounds
distinct among the others
yet in union
with the spirit of the dancers.



Grace

Long neck, no neck
Broad shoulders, small shoulders
Curves, bones
Waist, what waist?
Slim hips, wide hips
Soft thighs, firm thighs
Large breasts, flat breasts
Womanhood
As different from
One to another as their
Minds, hearts and souls.



Mindset


Their words lashed, scratched,
destroyed and hanged me
in a courtroom with only
the prosecution,
no witness or defendant,
and in your eyes I am distorted,
ugly, evil and more
delivering me to my early death
in your self-made
tomb.



Oddity

Sneers
Spits
Laughter
Burning
my ears
Turning
my heart
into
Ashes.



Sowing the seeds

you cringe
at my thorns
yet you were
the one
who planted
the roses.



Metamorphosis

I sold my father’s gangsa
and my mother’s tapis
The dances and chants of my past
As I dance to the beat of progress
Fast cars and development
Chanting not my community’s realities
But memorized words I can barely understand much less pronounce
Without looking back whence I came
Mutating into something in the midst.
Who am I, where am I from?
I…
I have no idea.


2001

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