I was in Egypt and you were hopping a bus.I was stranded there.With you and without you. I know why now. When we shed,our transgressions go too. Twin fires burn under the same moon.
A lot of my work is focused on the rise of the mother and the huntress. A matriarchal return to what was and what might have been. Suppression can penetrate the surface but it won't break ground. In the end, we are of the same root and we will protect it. She is on the… Continue reading A Monumental Return
We are the stuff of existence being woven together like fabric. An infinite number of fibers tangled and fused. Each thread will connect with another at some point. Every opposing idea, thought, mystery, and story will come together. We are infinitely interwoven. We all matter. I think about this a lot. I think about how… Continue reading Mythstitch: Keepers of the Tree
In the end, we'll all become stories. Margaret Atwood I live in between tales. I think we all do. The stories that pass through us resonate within the decisions we make and the art we create. They express themselves in the spirals of our nature. They sustain us and bring us back to life again… Continue reading Mythstitch