she is doreen peri –

she looks around at the world and attempts to dissect her visions by writing the subtle rhythms, paradoxical words, streams of faint thoughts and blatant phrases floating through the amazing maze of mind space which she cannot seem to quiet.

she examines grace and beauty, love and braided hope held on to with a soft firm grasp, anger, futility, imperfection and forgiveness, all to the tune of a soft rain shower following a horrendous thunderstorm.

her pen writes her and her artwork creates her as she exhales word dances somewhere in an indistinct hovel in northern virginia.