Will I be able to taste the scent of the forest?
Will you come with me to the mountains?It will hurt at first, until your feet are hardened.Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows.But will you come? C.S. Lewis0
sewing on work for in the space of absence
working on the (w)hole of the lie a series of vacant pod like structures for my exhibition in the space of absence opening at Lawndale Art Center this January 23, 2009.0
the dust is kicked up as the cleaning proceeds
in the space of absence coming to lawndale january 23, 2009
i am currently working on a piece abstracted from a visual in my mind of a mama pig being suckled. thinking once again about the infantile nature of our wanting and taking…that big sucking sound i hear…0
in the space of absence travels
stitching and sewing like a mad dog
stitching and sewing like a mad dog in preparation for my show, in the space of absence, that opens at Lawndale Art Center January 23, 2009. large square nipples (the interior) in process.0
When language becomes exhausted, our freedom dwindles—we cannot think; we do not recognize danger; injustice strikes us as no more than “the way things are.” Madeleine L’Engle0
to affirm meaning
a good day
it’s not too hot and the sun is shining. it is a good day. i like good days.0
i stand in the rubble of my crumbled tower.
view from my rocking chair
how does one generate emotional capital to make changes
what is grief?
it swells in my soul and i can not contain it. where does it come from? where does it go? i grieve.0