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...
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...

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...