Her scent arrived first. Francis Denney’s Interlude. Delicate at the start, then coming to rest like a swaddle, a heavy musky balm, felt more than smelled. Next a tender clinking sound. Seashells? Wind chimes? No. Broken and mismatched rosary beads, dangling from wrists and waist. She bustled in with a casserole of course. Chicken and rice. And two old fashioneds, orange wedges and maraschinos on their colorful plastic skewers. (Sigh.) And she brought all of the pieces of self, abandoned…
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Dear Becky ~ Hang this art piece someplace you will easily see it every day. Stop and look at yourself in its mirror. Stay there until you’re done straightening your hair and checking your…
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There Are a Lot of Roads to Get Where You’re Going
“There are a lot of roads to get where you’re going.” My nephew, Sam, said it was both humbling and relieving to witness this truth in his fellow interns during a 2013 summer internship…
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I am sacred. I am present. I am seen. I am transformed. I Am Athena Emerging is 24×24”, mixed-media on plywood with a canvas giclee print, fabric, beads and a mounted mirror. Price: $250…
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I have a place in the web of connections – inner and outer, seen and unseen. I honor this place. I see what needs to be rewoven and I heal it with love. I…
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I wear the crown of Lady Liberty and stand firmly upon her pedestal. My story settles into my solid foundation. I am seen. And that’s OK. I Am Lady Magdalene is 24×24”, mixed-media on…
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I see myself blending my stories – old and new Tying the colorful patterns above to the structures and templates below. Softening the blending with lace; with love. I Am Love is 24×24”, with…
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I am willing to rewrite my story. I feel it forming – the new words coming to me, one by one phrase by phrase sentence by sentence. I write it. Then I believe it.…
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As I gently touch my face to the blue skin of Kali, I release a pattern I lessen a firm belief I shift a perception I widen a boundary. I feel the sacred in…
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As I look through Aditi’s core, I know that I am resting in her vast openness. I have let go of judgment. I no longer compare myself to others. I have released expectation. I…