NEWS: seraphotography's September LIVE Exhibition

I am so incredibly overwhelmed by my acceptance into the Project Ethos 2008 Los Angeles exhibition!! More updates to come...

by Maya Angelou.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she
never wants to or needs to
Something perfect to wear, if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an
hour
A youth she's content to leave behind
A past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age
A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra
One friend who always makes her laugh—and one who lets her cry
A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family
Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her
guests feel honored
A feeling of control over her destiny
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
How to fall in love without losing herself
How to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend, without ruining the
relationship
When to try harder and when to walk away
That she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her
parents
That her childhood may not have been perfect, but it's over
What she would and wouldn't do for love or more
How to live alone, even if she doesn't like it
Whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally
Where to go—be it to her best friend's kitchen table, or a charming Inn in the woods—
when her soul needs soothing
What she can—and can’t—accomplish in a day, a month, and a year

settle.

stretching the muscles behind my eyes. looking around for something real. the life. the lies. the neverending struggle. all vanish with a whisper of hope. with good things on the horizon. strong things. beautiful things. heavy things. there's nothing to do but hope. seconds minutes hours days wasted on negativity and child's games. but there's no regret. rebuilding is easier than before. you are stronger than before. more radiant than before. the glass reflects a goodness and a light. too bring for now. beautiful nonetheless. where's the dark? where have your demons gone? quickly turn and see their retreat. smile. and make people ask why you are smiling.

NEWS: seraphotography's July Exhibition

My work has once again had the honor of being featured in one of Projekt30's online exhibitions! Check out the JulyExhibition to see some amazing work from 30 different artists. To purchase my work or send me a message, visit my member page. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all of you who voted for me!

sera X

summer.

i see myself in the big silver spoon
i'm upside down, though
my whole world is
carving out its insides
i love the sound it makes
like ripping paper
slurping and chewing its insides
it looks like guts
guts with white and black seeds
pools of translucent blood
at the bottom
a need for something sweet
with the illusion of a daily serving

mute.

my body's straining from sleep deprivation and now my eyes are straining in this horrid 6am light... it was like a movie. the timing, i mean. i had settled on my back, face and palms up, eyes painfully stuck open. i fixed the earbuds on either side of my brain. my finger hovered over the button and-- he speaks her name. my stupid heart stops and curiosity overtake the need to sleep. once again... i am vastly incapable of remaining content with myself. i asked him in my head" do you ever feel like you know exactly what and how you think but the next minute you're more lost than when you began?" or was it something more meaningful... i catch that glimpse and i feel swimming in the warmth of childhood. but i can't tell if i'm dreaming. can't tell if my brain is so over-active as to make my eyes believe they had seen a sign of love... and still-- i smile. i smile so hard my brain hurts. happiness-pain is the stuff of real love. and i can see i'll be just fine.

new leaf.

a big pair of fingers picked me up by the shirt collar and set me on the sidelines of my own life. then, i realized that i could simply... stand up and join the race. it's bigger than me, and not just literally. i've learned from my mistakes. it's bigger than me. i need to keep learning from my mistakes. it's bigger than me. i will keep learning. shadows can stretch much farther than they do at dusk when the sun goes down. i'll see my path. illuminated, but not by sunshine. that big pair of fingers, i think, must know of a big light switch. a big sunlight switch. it seems that time's only moving. slowly. but towards nothing. blurring your vision so that doesn't seem true, it's all you can do... i expect to be put ondisplat at any moment now. to look down and see the edge of a beautiful gold-leaf frame and below that a plaque imprinted with "la insistencia de la memoria" and below that a pair of organic hemp sandals attached to a pair of hairy feet and strong legs heaped in soft clothes headed by a face with wondering eyes. but he doesn't see me. and that's fine. this is my secret place.