What causes us to think we know what we are seeing, when, in fact, we are looking away?
Where is the space in a three day Yontif to balance communal responsibilities and solitary recharging practices?
Making art was a therapy from feelings that I didn’t know how to express, didn’t understand... It was my crutch. But then I didn’t need it anymore.
I am elemental-celestial, fashioned by the hands of my ancestors from their very own prayers and bones.
You are a violent glamour, a dagger carved from obsidian.
Haikus that touch the heart of my passions and my quest for answers and fun.
Rachel's new RHPFF award-nominated poetry & dance video.
