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The Seeds of Weeds

This is a love note. These loves — from childhood to now, boys and girls, men and women — have pulled from me the ugliest and most beautiful parts. All that I’ve longed for, they have gifted to me, by coming just as they are. In chronological order: a ...

These Tides

During this time of extreme duality — tremendous compassion and overwhelming fear, surrender to nature and tight regulation, the retreat inward and the escape into cyber space — I continue to find myself at my loom. On those days when each fleck of dull ...

Growth against the odds

The wildflowers are just popping up in this high mountain dessert, on a small hillside in the center of town, not yet touched by a bulldozer. Tiny reminders of growth against the odds. Between the moments of this pandemic’s expanded space, we can choose ...

On my sister’s birthday

My sister turned a year older yesterday, but I was going too hard to take a moment to feel how much I love and appreciate her. A quick phone call focused on business was all we shared. So now, I reflect back on who she has been to me. Lily has held me up ...

Seasonal Soundtrack: Kadusné 02

Kadusné.02: to drop into your sexy beatch. Turn on, tune in, slay. In this season, I honor the the badass boss babe side of all of us. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2s0VCI7HUwTgEfJ5Tk9qhQ?si=D0qqkd0ETze6FKbmY0a0TQ

Revolution 32 & Peach Cream Pie

Mid September is a prime time to have been born if you love peaches. My mom used to make me a peach cream pie each year for my birthday. In the 70s, her best friend, Tom, would make her peach cream pies and bring them to her to share at the house on Carol ...

Remembrance

“Remembrance”, acrylic & gold leaf on canvas, left-hand & broken finger painting, for silent domestic violence awareness & auction.…Aggression is inherited. It pulses through my veins — remnants of my ancestors and seeds from my ...

1959 Cadillac Eldorado: an artist’s manifesto

I was driven to this place in a spicy red hot  convertible, with Fear at the wheel. I am ultimately an art-maker because of Fear. And Fear is my home-girl. I was born to compulsively creative parents. My mother danced by the tides of the moon, and ...

Seasonal Soundtrack: Kadusné 01

Kadusné.01: to praise the pussy. Move, bounce, flow. As I marinate in this Spring’s energetic overhaul, I’m focusing on reconnecting with the Divine Feminine and created a juicy playlist to accompany and fuel my exploration. ...

An Anniversary

Mama kept her bedroom curtains open so that in the morning she would be woken by the sun. She would point the foot of her bed toward the east-facing widow when possible. She would drink her tea in the warmth of the sun rays, and plan her work schedule ...