Love me Pet me Feed me

I will entertain you Heal you And bite you at times

I wrote and shared this little poem last summer. Lately, I’ve been reminded of the idea behind it in many moments. I feel I embody such a cat in real life. A cat that is adored in a community. I was doodling last night and drew this cat with a butt. So I thought, why not share the poem again?

#poems #art #fromthearchives

I believe we, dyslexic people, are creators. The universe intentionally made it difficult for us to learn from existing content so that we can create something new.

Traditional learning is hard for me. A large amount of text is daunting and overwhelming for me to read and process, unless I have a personal association and resonance with the subject.

I rarely watch movies. It takes up too much of my energy.

It’s almost impossible for me to sing along to songs. I didn’t write the words.

I don’t like templates. It’s annoying how I have to create pretty much everything from scratch.

I have a hard time remembering tangible details. This painting of mine is a great example of how I associate people, places, and things with smells, textures, colors, lighting, and feelings.

I express my inner world through creative expressions. I observe, listen, experience, and make mistakes in real life to earn lessons and knowledge. I cross the line to know where it is. I have my own way of seeing and learning.

I wish I could tell my 12-year-old self it’s okay to be unconventional. In fact, it’s more than okay. It’s awesome.

We are awesome.

#art #healing

“We are in this together” Did you come into my dream to tell me that?

#art #dreams

Words are useless.

#art #vibes

Most people are strangers  But you My soul knew you already.

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because i’ve made peace with my light and shadow because of the love i’ve worked to cultivate for myself because i have done the work most people run away from because of my inner knowing and trust to follow through with it

this, is earned.

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She entered the room in a flamboyant manner. Dressed in a marigold color two-piece suit that resembled a noble African tribe chief. It suited her so well, and she looked completely androgynous.

Grandma, from my dream journal.

#art #dreams #ancestors

I always seem to create something impulsively and intuitively, and later learn why I did what I did.

This quick painting I made a couple of years ago is a great example, as these days, I am feeling very connected to something larger than myself.

#art #vibes

Warm summer night Sitting on the balcony floor Facing me closely On the faded blue beach blanket Two wine glasses Two mezcal shots One water pipe

Warm string lights Illuminating the texture of your curly hair Your eyes So wide and open Deep like the ocean Sad like the saddest movie I’ve ever seen

Your eyes on my eyes No blinking so far Piercing through my soul I feel seen for the first time

#love #poems #art