This piece arose from a photograph taken from a "fashion" magazine; I liked the flowers in her hair so much. They remind me of Hamlet's Ophelia. The wild woman is intimate with a snake's shedding, the moon's waxing and waning, and all things subject to change. Nature. In this, there is untamed power.
Sex, eros, energy, magick, and the convergence of all of these things. Stay well this (and every) season. Seek pleasure. Find equilibrium between your personal polarities of masculine and feminine divinity. Get your cosmic flu shot.
Strutting through shadow as if on a catwalk. This is how they do it on Uranus. Digital collage.
I modified the color of this cut paper collage to evoke more nostalgic emotion. We need some kind of comfort, or perhaps a safety blanket, when realizing death still watches us no matter how much we scurry and scroll.
A photo I took on a hike to the Hollywood sign in L.A. superimposed over a drawing feverishly scribbled during trance bestowed upon me by the divine feminine. In this time, I heard and visually transcribed secrets of small creatures; the unseen work of myriad insects, both named and unknown by the grandiose and distracted eyes of people. Goddess knows them all.
A celebration of the inherent powers of setting proper boundaries and prioritizing creativity. Bringing healing to the self and community with art, love, and authentic expression.
I believe in beautiful chaos.