The town of Cuernavaca in the tiny state of Morelos, Mexico, has a wonderful exhibition highlighting the folk art of the region. The standout work was this pair of elaborately beaded fiesta costumes.Continue reading »
Cortes built his palace on – you guessed it – the local temple. The palace is now a nice museum to the local history, from prehistory, through the religions and revolutions, right up to impressive murals by Diego Rivera.Continue reading »
Photos in our kitchen on a recent evening.Continue reading »
In 2011 we lived in a spectacular apartment in Cambridge, Ontario, as we prepared new work for the Let’s Glow exhibition.Continue reading »
From the Sixth Book of Mohammed Michael Egypt, First son of Africa. And so it came to pass that my Michael was asked to speak at Oxford, a seat of great learning in the United Kingdom. Many leading intellectuals and scholars had gathered for his address, including the rabbi Shmuley. Michael began*, Tonight, I comeContinue reading »
From the Fourth Book of Johnny Michael New Zealand, First son of Australasia Every night of every week of every year Michael would share his bed with children. He would share his bed with children regardless of race, creed or economic background. He would open his bed to children of all ages. His love knewContinue reading »
From the Eighth Book of Elizabeth Michael America, Second daughter of North America It was in his 21st year that Michael began his first racial transmigration. By this time he was one of the most famous people in the world. Everyone knew his face. The public eye was inscrutable, unwavering and unforgiving. Michael was bornContinue reading »
There was boy in California, in the city of Los Angeles, who lay dying of cancer. The doctors predicted that he would die in the coming week.
Weakened by radiation and the grim news, the boy said to his father, “Before I die I would like to meet Michael Jackson.”
His father knew in his heart that being a man of limited means he would never be able to fulfill such a request. When he left the room he collapsed in tears.
In blind desperation the father telephoned Neverland and left this message: “My son is dying of terminal cancer and has only a week to live. His greatest wish is to be able to talk to Michael Jackson.”
The message was delivered, and the next day Michael telephoned the boy.
Upon hearing the Michael’s voice the boy’s mood was immediately lifted. Michael said to the boy “I know you are suffering but I want you to get better. I will call you next week to see how you are doing.”
The boy and his family were astounded at Michael’s concern.
The boy was determined to talk to Michael again and his energy and enthusiasm began to return.Continue reading »
I’ve spent six weeks in Auroville, India, an honest to goodness attempt at a utopian community, a “town where men and women of all countries are able to live in peace and progressive harmony above all creeds, all politics and all nationalities. The purpose of Auroville is to realise human unity.” Auroville’s ideals are basedContinue reading »