Sometimes… a poem by 13 year old me - 1999

Sometimes I dream,

but don’t we all.

Sometimes I go

away from what is logical.

I dream of taking interval

to my whole life’s play.

Sometimes I like to leave this place

and go so far away.

This place I go is good to me

I write this world’s script.

I pick all the characters

while sleeping in my crib.

Steadily, this world is changing

Every time I close my eyes.

All the things are beautiful.

Maybe I’ll come here when I die.

Acting, acting that’s all it is.

My characters come and leave.

Night by night, I conduct my play.

And on stage is where I’ll be.

I’ve always wanted to bring this beautiful, dreamy world to life. Above are sketches plucked from my imagination, and the direction for my FIRST collection of paintings.

Maybe for some it comes easy - just saying from the beginning - what it is you want to say. I’ve created 100s of pieces just in the past year. But some are special, some truly pull at the undercurrents of questions and stories that are relevant to us all.

I’m looking forward to inviting you inside.

-Angee