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The Artist Saves Her Skin

The Artist Saves Her Skin

The Artist Saves Her Skin - originally written 2017, but it feels relevant this year. you may have to hide under a table, with your eyes wide open a madman is turning your family into skeletons you try to warn them, your loved ones you tell them not to trust this...

Bear’s Dream

Bear’s Dream

Dream the dream and be the dream in your waking life, in every moment. The elements and the light, all dancing with and within us in a harmonious and continuous song of life. Nature is not to be conquered, in order to serve humanity's need for dominance. Nature is to...

Love Made Us Real

Love Made Us Real

Memory returns through the body and the difference between creating in the gravity of forgetting and creating from the spring of Source separates and clarifies The cloud lifts and there, above the wind in crystal clear moon glow Love becomes us

How it Appears

How it Appears

There is a lot going on right now and it is easy to become overwhelmed. And at those times, it is very easy to desire something to grasp. A rule. A constant. Safe and Secure. And what a lot of people seem to be missing is that desire to find a constant, a rule has...

The Cloak of Performativity

The Cloak of Performativity

The Cloak is a work that began in Mexico in 2018, and exists in a state of flux.  I began with the question of the body.  When the truth of a colonial history is written by the colonizer, what happens to the body of the colonized? The Cloak is tattered and chaotic,...

We Are Kin

We Are Kin

We Are Kin came first in a vision of a hybrid figure.  With the head of a coyote , a woman’s body and an owl rising from its head, this being cradles a newborn baby in its lap.  I asked her, “Who are you?” and she answered, “I am your kin.” The veils are almost...

We Always Find A Way In

We Always Find A Way In

We Always Find a Way In is the imaginative picturing of the present that has emerged from a dream and two visions.   In the dream I was awoken from a deep sleep by noises in my basement.  When I went down to investigate I found dozens of humbly clad people living in...

Time and Reality

Time and Reality

Time and Reality began with a vivid dream in which my grandson Jax was suffocated by a sheet of plastic.  The question that arose, in my horror and panic over the situation was, “How can I bring him back?” The answer came with the breath of resuscitation and the...