Pisces Season. Collage in sketchbook. March 2018.

Growing downward Be broken to be whole. Twist to be straight. Be empty to be full. Wear out to be renewed. Have little and gain much. Have much and get confused. So wise souls hold to the one,… Read More

Sphere of the Moon In the lobby of a luxury lunar hotel we were serenaded and questioned by the metal men of past futures ready to embrace the city of dreams, the great horizon

Happy New Year! One of my annual traditions is making my New Year’s collage. This year I made two, this one and the one I posted yesterday. <3

2017 was an amazing, surprising, magical year for me in all of its ugliness and beauty. I’m so excited to see what 2018 has in store.  I wish everyone health, love, growth & creativity in the New Year…. Read More

Awake Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day’s divinity First thing you see. A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon… Read More

VIII/XI

Cicada shell: little did I know it was my life. -deathbed poem of Shuho (died in 1767), from Japanese Death Poems (1986)

“In Mexico people wear hummingbird amulets around their necks to show they are searching for love. Here people pretend that they aren’t. Searching.” -Francesca Lia Block, Missing Angel Juan

I didn’t post here yesterday as I usually do on Sunday because I was listening to sea lions, getting impaled by sand spurs, collecting bones and jumping into the ice cold Pacific Ocean like a crazy person. Today… Read More