Evolvulation

Evolvulation

    Sleepless night.  The tinnitus is loud and high pitched.   eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee   constant and even, never-ending.   9 years. At 2am I begin to meditate.  It is challenging to find space between the eeeeeeeeeeee I ask the sound, the...
The Moat

The Moat

The Moat The benevolent king has left the throne A madman sits in his place The moat dries up with neglect Masses are crossing, bodies pushing mud.   Stirring loose the ghosts.   Who loudly shake the rusty shackles While others bow down and cover their ears Women on...
The Cloak Wants to be Performed

The Cloak Wants to be Performed

This is the Cloak I began early this year, at that time I was calling it “Cape.”  I went to an artist’s residency in Mexico with the intention of making a fiber cocoon, in which to perform my embodiment process.  What I ended up making was a wearable...
Reflecting on Art as it Reflects Us.

Reflecting on Art as it Reflects Us.

“Art is a mirror to nature.”  ShakespeareHouse in the Woods 1989“Art is not a mirror held up to realitybut a hammer with which to shape it.”  Bertolt BrechtThe Gulf Stream 1995“In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful, must also reflect decay. And...