fleeting shimmers of home
bones of the past become opalescence of the future present
Read Moreimagination experiments of a stardust yogini
bones of the past become opalescence of the future present
Read MoreI dreamed I was in a band last night. It’s been almost ten years since I’ve been on stage. I miss it a lot. I like group creative projects – I often need something larger than myself to continue, to finish work, and the group is more than “just me”. The dynamic is exhilarating, usually fun, sometimes frustrating – rarely boring. Though I haven’t been making music, I have been in a collaborative project for months now, and it is informing my solitary work in a good way (I’m painting again), and I am waking up with the desire to create almost over all else.
Read MoreI’m expecting a spaceship to pop into view any moment; I only need to pull the strings in my mind to see it.
Read MoreWhen I brush against you, I leave the powder of my existence on your sleeve, your finger.
Read More. . . let’s get it on deep dark and heavy. Think strong, powerful, vulnerable, wet, hot, juicy, vagina, magic wands, percussion, bliss, outrage(ous). Think what you want to stand for.
Read More“It was important for us not to work . . . ” Clayton Patterson from the documentary CAPTURED. Lower East Side – Tompkins Square Riot. I was there. It is still difficult to describe.
Read MoreIt is hard to write a short blurb about yoga, because so many extraordinary situations led me to the practice. I did not come to yoga in an easy way, in fact, looking back, I came to it out of great difficulty and necessity. I realize that periods when I have fallen out of practice […]
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