Elayna Alexandra

Learning to make use of fragmented time should be a class in school. As we grow older and responsibilities grow our time seems to decrease and shatters into a million small fragments. Being successful means finding a way to work with in these fragments, to lace them together, making a patchwork of moments strong together [...]

My piece Nuclear Dark was on display at the Museum of Art and Archaeology which is currently hosting the Driven exhibition. Two weekends ago, the Museum held a floral competition inviting local florists to create arrangements based on artworks on display in the museum. This is the floral design that someone created who was particularly inspired [...]

As usual I am stumbling over myself pressing up against deadlines both self-prescribed and those that are not. Why is it so hard to find balance in my days, in life? A few days away and I have a week off from school, but already the work that I need to do is piling up. [...]

I will be one of the four featured artists at this evening of wine, jazz and arts here in Surprise, Arizona.

Happy Birthday Daddy. I used to make you cards, little drawings, write you little poems, I was so worried that they wouldn’t be good enough. Now you are gone and I have no need to make a card, or write a poem, but I do still think of you. Your complexities. Sometimes you could turn [...]

My mind is clutter with to much junk, like in space the junk is crashing into each other causing malfunctions of my thoughts.
Can you believe that we litter our Earth and we litter Space? 
Was I the only one completely lost on NPR’s science Friday today?
Do I have enough time to get these two papers done?
Finally my [...]

When I cam home from work Thursday the air hung heavy and sweet. The sweet smell fills your lungs you can almost taste it. The citrus are blooming, these delicate white and yellow flowers cover the trees in the neighborhood perfuming the air with its thick sweet scent. 
Smell brings back memories, or maybe it is [...]

Movement is all around us. The swish and flap of a birds wings, the flutter of a butterfly dancing from flower to flower, the buzz of a bumble be as it finds it way in its drunken flight. We are moving breathing, blood flowing, eyes blinking, walking, typing we are always moving even in sleep. [...]