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Ritual Making 1

It seems that I have been busy lately and have failed to update my blog.  Yes, busy moving again!  Both my studio and my living space have had the shake down.  So now I am finally feeling settled and after a brief pause I am ready to jump in with

Cerebral Fantasies

Taking a moment to understand the delicate power of isolation….. I have been writing in bursts of inspiration for my book that has been in my head for the last few years.  Working towards getting it out of the corners of cerebral fantasies to the hard definitive form of words

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

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

Adventures in Lourmarin

Today was my first whole day of independence.  The sun was shinning after a few grey and drizzly days and this weekend is a long one because May 1 in Europe is Labor day.  In the states I celebrate Beltane. None the less it  is a time to take a

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

Warrior Queen

Lately it seems I have been hearing a lot of people talk to me about the stories of what we do and how it makes work compelling and gives it more life.   Our story is after all what is infused into the meaning of truth.  The truth of your reality

Tiger Trance

    The Tiger still wanders…… Why cant you sense me? Why do you hide in the shadows? I fear I will never meet you. I am loosing fate that my heart can be soothed. I am becoming hardened. Time passes and you are not here, I am sad, I

Libido

So I have been doing some serious thinking about how to post this next bit of information and what exactly this information means to me. As you may remember from past posts I have been visiting the Metro transfer station to glean for an exhibition in August at Disjecta.  This