Art
ART
I have always been reluctant to call myself an artist. I believe each of us is a gateway for something. I am simply the gateway…for this.
I show up in our studio, light some incense and candles, breathe some magic words, and then… I step aside. Most times, it’s as though I am a passenger in my own body, watching the winged ones, my Aspects, coalesce the elements of their domains into creation.
Clearcast: Full Strips, no Stars
Aspects of Thunderbird, Raven, Phoenix and Light
Handmade Papers, Feathers, Dried Flowers, Collage, Gold Mesh, Magic Wheels, Three Quatrains, and Acrylic on Canvas
24" x 36"
“Shhhh
Oh, you Mammonites
How tired we winged ones get of singing, of dancing, of painting, of writing,
Of whispering in the Voices of All the Names of God
Of your richness—
How it ruined you
How it ruins all
Gog and Magog
This is how Babylon falls
How it destroys what you think is all…”
More and more…
Quarantine
Aspects of Thunderbird, Raven, Phoenix and Light
Ash, Five Quatrains, Gold Mesh, Handmade Papers, Feathers, Dried Flowers, Collage, and Acrylic on Canvas
36" x 24"
“This is the part where you learn the white butterflies hurt you too, I’m afraid
That they are no butterflies at all
Their pain seals us away in this transparent place
While their hate consumes them all…”