Compost stanks; Fertile grows. Heartbreak and hilarity have their legs wrapped around each other in the back bedroom. The cutting room floor is littered with scraps. Scars smile. This bein' human is a hot mess! Happiest accidents. Both, ands. The spirit of my visual art is one of curious Surrender to the bliss of noticing and choosing the divine everywhere ~ amidst the mundane, amidst the mistakes. Rainbow zen kitsch child elder. Anchoring colorful posi phrases in key corners so even our chores can grow consciousness. Chop wood, carry water: & do so in spaces that hum with praise for Life.
FOR ME ART-MAKING IS FOLLOWING A BREAD CRUMB TRAIL TO EMBODIED SOUL TRUTH. IT LIVES IN THE WAY WE SET THE TABLE, THE WAY WE CRAFT OUR ALTARS, THE WAY WE DRESS OUR BODIES, THE MESSAGES WE REPEAT, THE WAY WE DESIGN AND ENACT THE STORY OF OUR LIFE.
SHOP ETSY OR CONTACT ME FOR CUSTOM ALTAR-CRAFT OR TO CONCOCT AN INTERACTIVE INSTALLATION FOR YOUR GATHERING SPACE.
