All it takes to separate The walls of an art gallery From my collection of things Is a certain framing of space.
Category: In English
I am the Pancake Man
Days are passing by, And the mornings are morphing, Never static. What was once a morning treat Presented by my parents Became a present to myself. Learning what it is I need Takes me back, Feeling the warm desert sun As I venture forth Into the cool redwood mist. They only see …
Never the Same Again
We bring energy to the places where we dwell, Charging that space with all of our being. So when we say goodbye and farewell To the places where we’ve been, That charge dies, and with us moves on.
The Sands of Time
I stand here, looking out At what was and What could have been. The familiar presence I grew to love Has come to an end. Imprints in the ground Are fading away, Wave after wave. I am watching the Sand shifting Beneath my feet. *This work is dedicated to the …
The Song of a Lark
I see the Bright -- young Day Enveloping myself -- in Dark Slowly I hear -- as I lay The Song -- of a Lark The Blades -- whisper in the Wind Growing faint -- touch my back. To All -- mine Eyes are Blind But my Flashes -- in Black. I lay …
Welcome to the Domain of Oz!
As an artist, I undergo many creative endeavors with varying degrees of success. Even in failure, each project I undertake is an experience that challenges me to get out of my comfort zone and presents an opportunity for growth. As C.S. Lewis once said, "Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God …
Oscar Oz Nava 