Feeling Global

I have felt the tug of travel this week with emails from Hong kong, Hawaii and Newfoundland. I dreamed of icebergs in NFLD only to find that that very same day they were perched in the same cove where I was last year. Funny how life is. You seem to still be connected to a place even after you leave.Hawaii rears its head as homesickness ebbs and flows. It is in those quiet moments where new co workers ask where I am from, and I fumble to name a place. I think of Hawaii a lot these days. It seems like all still consider me and my art a representation of the islands. Spring could not be any more beautiful than it is here in NYC. Every flower springs forth and blooming branches frame architecture so beautifully. I joke about pollen festivals at the botanic garden.

I bought myself miniature bromilliads at the plant store. I nested them into my new found chandellier so that it now grows. I wanted to make the empty places a point of growth rather than focusing on the missing pieces of glass.