A journal of the ups and downs, ins and outs,and the glory of being an artist, a mother, and trying to create change for a just world! A Journey through the day to day and sometimes you will find a bad novela that you can't stop reading, lots of fotos, art, poetry, and maybe a heartfelt story of life saving change.
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Cuba April 2016
Foto by Julia Lopez
Welcome Back!
I welcome you back and myself back to my neglected blog! Wow, last post was a year ago. 2017...the year of the Rooster. What do Tigers have to be mindful of in 2017?
The Chinese Zodiac say: Tigers had bad luck in 2016 which is the year of the Monkey. Generally, you will have average luck in 2017 and you will have neither a major breakthrough nor big disaster. Instead, you will be blessed by three auspicious stars, namely Guoyin, Yuede and Tianxi. They will enable you to make a strong push in work and love. However, you need to work and live with an honest and down-to-earth attitude rather than acting on impulse for the sake of neighborhood harmony, family stability, smooth work and stable luck in 2017.
Sounds like something to work towards! I'll start by catching up on my photo essays... CUBA 2016.
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Illuminate Me-with Las Gallas 2012
The Most Himself Installation, Poetry, Fotos by Julia Lopez
He was the most himself in the waters.
He was flung into the air.
He laughed, joyous sound that comes
when you are lifted so high
your hairs are on end,
just a hint of danger.
He was lifted more than humanly possible,
floating through space tasting freedom.
Freedom, granted by the release
of his enslaved mother’s desperate arms.
No place to land but into the deep dark waters
that cleansed and engulfed his body full of life.
His mouth was still open
when it made contact with the strange ocean.
It took him, acknowledged the sacrifice.
He took up the cross floating,
accepting his fate took up the cross, ferocious and flailing
life before his eyes
he took it up.
He was the most himself in the waters
The passage between patria
and this land, this land of accents
foreign syllables
twisted tense stiff lips
moving pushing, spitting out words
he does not understand.
The passage between patria
and this land
lost at sea.
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