Jade- Asian Art
In Asian art, jade is considered to be the most powerful and mystical material. Particularly in China, jade is associated with imperial authority, heaven and immortality. The Chinese have a saying: ‘One can put a price on gold, but Jade is priceless.’ Some of the finest pieces of jade out price diamonds and are desired all over the world.

Sources
Book “The Arts Of Asia Materials Techniques Styles,” Meher McArthur
Website http://www.suiseki.com/collecting/photos2.html
Website https://www.metmuseum.org/toah/works-of-art/02.18.684/
Shipwrecked
While I sleep, the sea creeps into my bed
I get sea sick and toss and turn begging for land
And hot water with lemon
I grasp my sheets, my clothes, the bed
but the water has no sympathy
Finally, with no hope left
I reach for hin and shipwreck
on an island somewhere…
-Saschia Johnson
Reviver
Tipped over the rail my stomach cannot contain it’s contents anymore.
He’s rubbing my back and telling me I’m doing a great job.
I needed him then and there and that’s what I got.
Doors 2-16-2018
Smile, you’re beautiful just the way you are.
I am never going to be who you want me to be
but I can assure you, that I am and always will strive
to be a little more me.
-Saschia Johnson

Skin Show pt 3
III
sometimes
Once in a blue moon
a shed human like me steps behind the scenes
With their skin in hand crying begging pleading to be loved
And the whole time I was begging and pleading with tears in my eyes
Hoping that just one other miserable misfit would shed,
step behind the scenes
And join me.
-Saschia Johnson

Skin Show pt 2
II.
Behind the scenes, behind the curtain
I reach out a hand stitched together
with puppets of skin.
They roar and laugh and join in in song.
What a masterpiece!
Pure Genius
Everybody must sing!
-Saschia Johnson

Skin Show
pt1
I see the crevices where my mind has changed route
Where the blood has stopped flowing and changed direction
To kill off the illusion of rage and hypocrisy
There’s a skin shed in the corner of the room
no one speaks of it but me
Who’s skin is that? Who was left so empty?
I cry and point and stammer on revealing my weakness
Telling them I can only be human and nothing more
Not a god, not a demon, but the pattern of survival
And the louder I plead the looser the skin
til it falls to the floor
Just like that one in the corner
then a sliver of light shines between the curtain
-Saschia Johnson

Becoming
If one day I could be translucent that wouldn’t change a thing.
If one day I gained all the knowledge the entire world possessed it wouldn’t change a thing.
If I work to grow everyday I will have changed everything I have in my power to change.
I will have changed a thing.


