An artist through and through....
I sing opera. I teach voice. I create photographic art. I cook Thai food.
A story that connects all the things I do, how, and why I do them is being told.
RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW.
Welcome to my website
When you’ve traveled so far in life, have done it all – the good-the bad-the ugly – and your bag has been filled with a collection of experiences from the past while living the life at the present; you tend to want to do something good with what you know.
Whether it’s singing, teaching, photo art creating, or cooking, I turn my life journey into a story and this is where I share it.
Take what you like and leave what you don’t. For here, is where I leave all I am.
Explore My Photo Arts
“A Picture is a poem without words.” – Horace
The Couple On The Bench-A Day At The Beach Collection.
Heedless of the world around him, the musician plays his tune of serenity-The Musician-A Day At The Beach Collection.
Deep down inside, there is an alien within everyone. The Alien Within – a portrait that reveals whowho-or what- that is inside everyone of us. Mixed media, fine art photography.
Liquid Gold: The Master Collection
Explore My Singing
“Io son l’umile ancella del genio Creator…”
– I am but the humble servant of the brilliant creator. –
From the opera Adriana Lecouvreur by Francesco Cilea. Libretto by Arturo Colautti.
Explore My Voice Teaching
“…That is the difference between good teachers and great teachers: good teachers make the best of a pupil’s means; great teachers foresee a pupil’s ends.” – Maria Callas
“It takes time and a lot of discipline among other things to get where one wants to be. One doesn’t just get up to sing and then think that she/he is an artist. To learn the physical aspects, as well as the art of singing, one must seek out a teacher – not a singing teacher but a voice teacher. Once she or he finds a teacher, be patient and start plugging away.” – Pradichaya Poonyarit, Pradichaya Poonyarit Voice Studio/PGP Vocal Arts. Las Vegas, Nevada
Slowly, regally, she glides across the majestic sky,
Every deliberate move leaving golden traces.
Dripping, shiny traces of sparkling liquid gold, cradled amid sheets of clouds.
Liquid gold so gentle, blanketing desert trees.
Lovingly, she caresses all she passes by;
Lingering, for she does not want to bid goodbye.
“Let me touch you just once more before I go,”
Soft golden streams fading and blurring in the distance.
Explore My Thai Cooking
“Sharpen all your senses. Pay attention and pay more attention. Cook with your heart and always respect the tradition.” – My mother