I began this year illustrating a wonderful book . . .
In times of furor Walls won’t silence this music These songs of freedom Listen, says the nightingale, Fervor is tempered with grace
12.17.18 Spirited Red Skywalker Entering White Castle on the Ninth Night of Solstice . . . . the Vulture visits from the remains of my ancestors to sing me their song, Great Bear, Ursa: vanguard. 12.18.18 White Lunar Wizard What is it that happens when the tower is silent, empty of stories and tales you... Continue Reading →
12.10.18 White Resonant Worldbridger "ASHEM VOHU, VAHISHTEM ASTI USHTA ASTI, USTA AHMAI HYAT ASAI VAHISHTAY ASHEM On waking up in the morning. When lighting a Divo. Before meals, interview* or exam*. Anytime you start something or come across a hurdle or danger. The next time you see an ambulance or Fire Engine with sirens... Continue Reading →
"It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside." ~ Maud Hart Lovelace Summer days, spinning around, blooming. Here we are at the precipice of another celestial event, solstice: the one that happens in summer. That moment when the sun is in its zenith above... Continue Reading →
I began working on this book a few weeks ago. Started with papers partially painted and collaged from over the year along with ribbons and salvaged lace from the girls petticoats poked one too many times by thorns, brambles, and twigs on forays into the woods. While cleaning out closets, found a box of blouses... Continue Reading →
3.19.18 Yellow Magnetic Sun Waking up on art journal partially worked page, one page yesterday getting grounded and opening heart to transformation on the last day of the Blessed Blue Hand wavespell, twas a Blue Cosmic Storm GAP; then a bit more today on the first day of the last wavespell of the Red Castle,... Continue Reading →
3.11.18 Yellow Rythmic Human Old spread in journal as the base for a few elements pulled from Springing Up selections::sunflowers, big cat balanced on a limb, and saluting the sun woman . . . Chose to draw her in rather than glue, saluting the sun from behind cattail leaves and sunflowers, from inside the field... Continue Reading →