Sunrise at Piazza del Popolo
Unable to sleep after arriving in Rome, I wander alone into the dark city and watch the sun rise, deciding—without words—to take it all in.
Read more →Maker – Writer – Thinker
Unable to sleep after arriving in Rome, I wander alone into the dark city and watch the sun rise, deciding—without words—to take it all in.
Read more →I give myself a private gift: learning to fly, a brief experiment in three-dimensional freedom that reveals both desire and restraint.
Read more →Money, freedom, and choice arrive all at once, and I respond the only way I know how—by trying to do everything, and learning what that costs.
Read more →Success accumulates, but so does a lifelong counterweight: doubt, listening, and the slow understanding that reflection is not weakness but balance.
Read more →March 25, 1986 — behind curtains in my illegal studio, coffee erupting, a cigarette lit, and one envelope changing the air.
Read more →An artist reflects on how a single work, made as a warning in 1985, keeps resurfacing as the world accelerates and conditions begin to rhyme.
Read more →In the sky above Odyssey, our home disappears—and we fall toward the land below.
Read more →The first month in Second Life teaches me a brutal lesson: the sky is never truly ours.
Read more →In our home in the sky, her voice breaks through—and I almost break the spell.
Read more →A romantic field trip turns into a warning: this world can change you fast.
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