Dreaming of Grass

(from instagram) September 20, 2020

coney island in my room B © 2020 Holly TroyMorning view from bed.

It’s nice spending time with this painting. It’s called Coney Island – and every time I look at it – and I suppose when I was painting it – I think of subways, reading books on the train – the orange and yellow molded plastic seats, the gigantic freaky Ferris Wheel on the boardwalk, carnies, wind, sand, soot, white grey sky, sunset, the Atlantic, Hudson and East rivers, walking to the pier, train maps, squeal of the tracks, smell of metal on metal, coffee shops, history, poets freaks artists musicians (friends), bodegas, fruit stands, fish market, sushi, movement, moving, stillness, stories, layers, human interconnectedness.

It’s been almost ten years (really???) since I have been to New York.

Sometimes I get fierce homesickness. Lately.

Lately quite a lot.

I still set my bedrooms up as if I am living in a one room apartment. I don’t know if I will ever feel like home is permanent – so many years of renting apartments has me used to impermanence.

I don’t really know how to take up space, except for when I am on stage.

Lofi Sofias rehearsal tonight!

Rock n roll feels like home.

April 27, 2021

I am hoping by September 20th this year, I will be visiting New York. See my Mom, my aunt, my friends! See music, make music! Art galleries, theatre, my old professors, poetry readings. The ocean, the rivers, some green green trees and soft grass.

Even my dreams lately – I don’t see the desert, I see grass and trees and sometimes sidewalks and my mother.

Sushi! Italian food! Thai! Korean! Indian!

Coney Island!

Oh, people people people people! Can’t wait to say, “I love you!”

April 27, 2021
Flagstaff, AZ


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Holly hails from an illustrious lineage of fortune tellers, yogis, folk healers, troubadours and poets of the fine and mystical arts. Shape-shifting Tantric Siren of the Lunar Mysteries, she surfs the ebbs and flows of the multiverse on the Pure Sound of Creation. Her alchemy is Sacred Folly — revolutionary transformation through Love, deep play, Beauty, and music.

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