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

VIII/XI

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

Orphic Hymn to Jupiter (translated by Thomas Taylor, 1792) O Jove much-honored, Jove supremely great, To thee our holy rites we consecrate, Our prayers and expiations, king divine, For all things round thy head exalted shine. The earth… Read More

“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

“If you’re an artist, you’ve got to know about anger without being restricted by it. In order to create, you’ve got to have energy; you’ve got to have clarity. You’ve got to be able to catch ideas. You’ve… Read More