There’s Cherry Blossoms on the Road We’re Heading

She appeared around October, or maybe it was November, I don’t really remember. Whenever it was, I do recall the scent of cinnamon, spiced apples, and Autumn leaves. Currently as I write this, I’m even less sure of whether I recall spiced apples because I loved her in the iAutumn or if it was the scent of her perfume. Continue reading There’s Cherry Blossoms on the Road We’re Heading

Yayoi Kusama – A World of Infinite Dots

Dot. More dots. So many dots that they look like stars. Too many dots – infinite. The nature of the infinite, the fear – it haunts me. —- As a child, my mother would take my art supplies away. I would hurry to finish before she caught me, but her abusive fists would catch me before I could escape. The infinite amount of creativity teeming … Continue reading Yayoi Kusama – A World of Infinite Dots

Paper Cranes

Growing up, family gatherings were a scarcity, taking place only before a cousin went off to college, or after a loved one passed away. On this occasion, the latter was true. How unusual it was to have all the Mak siblings and their children together in one room! Every reunion felt like a leap in time, cousins growing taller and more mature, uncles developing wrinkles … Continue reading Paper Cranes

Kazuki Takizawa – The 5 Stages of Glass Blowing

Thump. My footsteps are heavy as I walk into my studio. The bipolar disorder, its stigma, even heavier, now make all my equipment seem like mere pieces of metal. I do not want to acknowledge them for what they are. — Clank. I set the blowpipe on the yolk. The furnace is raging,  roaring like the anger inside of me. The tip should be preheating,  … Continue reading Kazuki Takizawa – The 5 Stages of Glass Blowing