my art is not exclusive
my expression has no bounds
- yet -
my body's bounds persist
and my limitations loom before me
they grow exponentially,
performing with perfection
the leaps and bounds
i wish i could
She moves...
...through life in a '97 Honda Civic with a busted up back bumper.
Here's a glimpse into my tangible...
- spirit
- We are far more than the image we see in the mirror, yet so much of our self-concept comes from that illusive reflection. My challenge is to physically manifest the stuff of my mind and soul, whether through movement, words, or teaching. This is my personal goal, and I hope others will join me.
In the middle of things...
...the early days.
In the middle of things...
...in more recent days.
She dances...
...confidently down boulevards near and far.
She bounces through her days...
...single-handedly creating a scene.
Sometimes...
she spins around a little bundle of love to the tune of King Neptune's orchestra.
And sometimes...
...she just wants to be left alone.
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