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The Ship of Skeletons
This is the story of two initiations, one initiation into a World that has been created and decided by Fear, and one initiation into a Future that has Yet to be Created. Once, and once, and once again [within a time existing side by side with many other times]...
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...
Cartography of the Unseen World
I woke up this morning thinking two things. 1. I really should start working on an artist’s statement for “I Am Usha.”2. I am at an age where many people have reached the top of their field.And then, as I so often like to do, I completely deconstructed both of...
Break (it) Down
The Prophet by Kahlil GibranAnd a woman spoke, saying Tell us of Pain.And he said:Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in...
The Female Center
I sometimes hear voices. I kept pretty quiet about that my entire life, because, well, I was afraid of being judged by minds that do not understand such things. This has been a month of letting go of fears... so that one's gone too.In the early morning...
i am usha
The Dark. A natural and essential part of our existence. Not evil. Not inferior. Deep. Forceful. Darkness is intense, and so widely misunderstood. Who has not used the word "darkness" to describe something ominous and threatening;...
Night Vision
In the earliest hours of morning our thoughts connect two worlds. Dreams open doors into a fluid world. In daylight the thick shell of the world hides from us from the truth we seek. We forget the stars are still there. This is my story of remembering. It is one of...
Manifesto of a Solitary Artist in the Age of Unenlightenment
A Confession, a Conclusion, a Manifesto….Otherwise titled, Five Years in the Journey of a Artist in the Age of UnenlightenmentOtherwise titled… Onward!Five years ago I sat a table with a small group of friends and revealed to them my decision to step away from the...
Dreams and Visions – paintings in their raw states
I have made two decisions this month.One is to leave paintings in their raw state.The Other is to share all of my visions, even the ones I have been quiet about.I don't turn on a lightbulb. I see in the darkness and find my way through it.What i see in the dark, i...
The Holes in the Fabric of Forgetting
Ancestry Cloth is an esoteric act, a symbolic act, a metaphor for the immigrant, for the nomad, for the wanderer. It is a daily meditation, weaving together a forgetful monochromatic present with the colors and patterns just beyond memory. When I'm cutting and...