This poem is dedicated to street children in Andhra Pradesh, India, who continue to face extraordinary barriers in education, health, and security. Link to Artwork
Observing simple, everyday practices in a new country and being dumbfounded by them led me to write this piece on everyday norms and practices here Link to Artwork
Forms of intimacy—emotional, physical, intellectual, spiritual—overlap in these abstract shapes. Intimacy is fluid, not rooted in rigid definitions.