The Light That Runs Through Everything
In the bullseye of Helene, I found my community and landscape, and my inner world, ripped apart. And I was deeply held by the mystery of dreaming.
The First Thing I Do
Hellebores in my sketchbook. This spring I took up the practice of painting in my sketchbook first thing in the
Notebooks spotted
Notebooks in their natural habitat. Though scientists report that populations of notebooks are on the decline worldwide, due in part
The Age of Repair Is Beginning
Dear Reader, I am very focused in the studio on my upcoming show Dreaming Animals, and this post explores one of my
Tulsi Magic
I went to the garden with my basket to pick tulsi. Holy basil. The whole garden was wrapped in her
Little boxes đź–¤
This is the inside of a box I’m working on. It’s part snake (I mean, it’s definitely a snake), but
I don’t think I’ve ever loved August
Which isn’t very fair, considering it’s the last month of Summer weather. But I guess that’s the point. It’s hot
I found a turkey feather.
Found a turkey feather on my daily hike and was reminded of the brilliant book “Illuminations in the Flatwoods”by Joe Hutto (also made into a Nature episode “My Life as a Turkey”). In the book, Hutto was initiated into the Turkey World (entered Turkey Consciousness) when he gazed into the eyes of newly hatched wild turkey chicks.
He describes this moment of imprint thus: