One afternoon while waiting at Vecinos with my not-all-who-wander-are-lost friend Carol, a student jaunted by clad NOT in khakis & a sweatshirt, but black-suited up, button-collared down and iridescent-green-bowtied. Maybe flip-flops. NAWWAL gazed amused at the spectacle-making student, then noticed my reaction, "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking of all the times I've been too scared to sport MY green bowtie."
I've been taken by this thought. Do I camouflage myself or am I willing to own my green bowtie, Will I annoy others, am I willing to stretch myself? willing to go against the cynical flow and see what's waiting for me?
Fascinated now, I immediately coined: green bow tie productions, but was still trying to find my voice.
In searching for a way to communicate how words and images speak, together or individually, I was struck by the ART in articulation. How words, letters, sentences, punctuation synthesize meaning. Symbiotically. Symbolically. Sporadically.
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