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Ritual Making

  The ritual act of making has the potential to manifest a visual language that would not exist without the artist. This language is understood by those who look, as if they have seen it before; in a dream maybe?….the collective consciousness. When working with all the facets of nature

Dispelling Illusions

I was told at the beginning of 2017 it would be the year to dispel illusions. Well, it is 2018 and I am still dispelling.  Maybe it will never end. After all life is an illusion that our egos have created to feel safe and important. As I get older

Love Thy Self

There is a block Part of the movement Shifting I sit with my love, my heart No one sees what I feel I project truth and own it Manifestation is coming Let it rest, lie, form Giving things time to grow Be here now with all your might Let beauty

The Windows, the Witch, and the Doors of Perception

Today is the day I am thinking about what has come before.  The veil between the world of living and dead is thin and it seems such an appropriate time to observe the essence of time passing. There has been a lot of mental stimulation in my life since I

Hidden

How many moons must go by in which I miss your gaze? There is no reason I should care but the forest is ablaze and ashes are falling all around. I see the smoke curl around branches and all I think about is tender shoots pregnant with sap. Why must

Climbing to the top in Les Baux

I make my slow accent to the top of the castle.  I say slow because the stairs where well worn and very steep.  I felt like I was scaling a mountian and had to use the hand rail to hoist me to the next step. This was one of the

Chateau des Baux-de-Provence

As I sift through photos of my recent adventures I keep thinking how camera crazy I was. Like a tourist but also like a hungry artist let loose in her best situation.  This was it.  The moment.  I am in it; I am present.  Everything is hyper clear.  As if

The Fete Renaissance – Lourmarin

This is Nathalie.  She is my new friend I met the first week of my stay in Lauris.  She is an artist who mainly works in printmaking. Her dog is named Boggie and her cat is Minette.  There are a lot of stray cats in the village and Nathalie decide

The Swing Of Things

Spring is in the swing. The planets have been positioned for this moment of intensity.   All we can do is breathe into it and move with the current. I have been thinking about so many things.  The choir in my head sings. A journey awaits and I am ready to

A Certain Kind Of Person

I am lost in the folds of the fabric I create.  My identity cannot be separated from the color and the stains that bleed across the fiber.  I am an agent for nature and in turn she is my one true love.  Most people find love and share with other

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