I remember when I used to attend ArtMonday’s at Atlanta’s Apache Cafe as simply a photographer and artist. I’d walk in from a hard workday of a grind that was not mind doing work that, while it was substantive, it was also soulless to me and would leave me drained. So when I would get here it was like a baptism for my soul; a creative baptism in a communion of artists, photographers, models, DJs all finding their voices. It was rejuvenating…

...Momentary strolls that were reflective, imaginative, provocative and creative led to some revealing moments in which beauty both inside and out was exposed. And, from what I see, with this exposure… through this unveiling… there is a serenity. There is a euphoric communion with nature that is liberating...

When the day was over and his head was low and the drink was not enough, the GoddessYEME was there. She felt his struggles because his pains were hers, just as hers’ had always been his. So with a single, delicate touch, the frustrations of a day’s trials began to ease...