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About Karma of Dove

Hi, I’m…

Eduardo Vega Colon

Rather than talk about myself in the third person, let me be real and direct.

I take pictures and write and, sometimes, create the occasional DJ set because I want to be able to say of myself that I’m a photographer, writer, and electronic musician.

Eduardo Vega Colon next to a street art mural at the Bushwick Collective in Brooklyn New York

The time for identifying myself as a disabled veteran of the first Gulf War has passed.

The time for identifying myself as a man who used to be a technology consultant has passed.

The time for identifying myself as someone who survived and struggled in the aftermath of 9/11 has passed.

One World Trade Center as seen from Washington Square Park in Greenwich Village, New York City.
From that spot in Washington Square Park, I remember the Twin Towers, how it once stood, and now it’s where One World Trade now stands.
The one thought to cross my mind as I took photos that night.
“There is no perfection only life.”
— Milan Kundera
It goes on.


I am my experience but not my pain

And I am not a victim.

Before it all, I was a teenager with a love of photojournalism and carried my Nikon FM2 everywhere I went. I also had shared poems at open mic readings throughout New York City’s Lower East Side, and afterward, I’d dance all night long to house music and, sometimes, be asked to DJ until the end of the night.

I had been broken once before – after the Gulf War. Reading my poems at the Nuyoricans Poets Cafe, DJ at underground raves and dancing to techno and house music all night long did so much to join back the pieces of my broken spirit. Metaphorically, the experience was like kintsugi and I felt whole again, and in the years after 9/11, I realized I needed to do the same again.

Karma of Dove

Before it all, I had a girlfriend who would, whenever I would wake up screaming at night, she would read me poems by Pablo Neruda, Rumi, and anything else that would show me, through the song of words, the beauty in life.

She also would read to me the 2nd Chorus from Jack Kerouac’s Mexico City Blues.

Wild Men

Who Kill

Have Karmas

Of ill

Good Men

Who Love

Have Karmas

Of dove

I remember how she would remind me that it didn’t matter if I had been a wild man once before; that was gone. It was done. Be a good man now and focus on love. It was at her suggestion in 2010 that I create a blog and name it, Karma of Dove. She said it would be a great way to deal with avoidance issues associated with my post-traumatic stress disorder and was a perfect way of trying to reintegrate myself back into the world, after social distancing myself for a number of years after 9/11.

It is in her memory that I reestablished this blog in 2018, at the moment in my life where I am at my happiest.

The Goal of this Blog

I like telling stories. In telling these stories I’ll use whatever I can to express an idea or get a theme across, whether it’s music or pictures or something I have written. I hope to have corresponding videos to go along with whatever I share through this blog.

Thanks for looking me up!

April 27th, 2020