Temporary Dwellings To call home New on Substack this morning. 🤍🤎
The shallow remnants of vibrant lives floating in air depleted, right above ever-changing physical substrates. The agony of story tellers, visual or not, and the risk they take. There is much greater agony and risk however, in not being tellers at
. . . The pretense of a quiet vanishing The epic and fathomless cruelty The numbness of the soulless The illusion of temporariness The grand ‘Act’ of inactivity The never-ending ending 😩 #sumud
“Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a sure beginning.” Maya Angelou
“Loneliness does not come from having no people around, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.” Carl Jung
I got everything… My Turquoise gate, to keep me safe but open. I got mint I got parsley and dill Thai basil Banana peppers, to roast in the future. And I got my pink roses too. And I stay waiting… For my Persimmon tree, the Fig t
“I’m a woman of the desert,” she said, averting her face. “But above all, I’m a woman.” From The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
A new piece on Substack, listenable and readable… “Lately I’ve been asking myself what would become of me if I didn’t have the father I had. How would I perceive what is going on in my birth land, if it wasn’t for him,
*NEW* With @leighannalight and Orly Avineri Image Transfers & Transformation. January 12-21, 2026 in Oaxaca, Mexico Leighanna and I are thrilled to take this collaborative workshop to Oaxaca, Mexico, in January 2026. It’s a 10-day retre
“It is said that before entering the sea
a river trembles with fear. She looks back at the path she has traveled, from the peaks of the mountains, the long winding road crossing forests and villages. And in front of her, she sees an ocean so va
Come with me to Santa Barbara, CA, in the beginning of Autumn. In mixed media we tend to refer to Image Transferring as the specific process in which toner or ink of a picture is lifted from one surface to another. And yes, it is so. However, isn&r
‘Telling’ in little books. About shattered hearts and of sorrows of bodies. Gone, or on their way there. Still mustering sounds, whispering: Save. I have a few minutes left in me. Do you have a few minutes to spare? #healpalestine #recov
Front and back gardens. And in between is my house, my walls, my protectors. But it’s in those gardens that I get truly lost and deeply found. Free. In light or dark, early, or late. Good fertile soil beneath me, open skies above me. Air surro
Come draw with me in tranquil Whidbey Island, WA, this July. This will be my last instinctual drawing class and there are a couple of spots left. 🙏🏻🤎 @pnwas Link to workshop in my bio.
The peonies from the garden. One of a few gifts received yesterday, tangible as they are, and some more abstract in nature. All temporary as all gifts are, yet of indefinite value. All well incorporated into a very particular time and my living, fe
It’s quite simple. Gabor Maté: “From someone with deep connections to the history of this situation I understand the warmth that Jews have for Israel; I used to be in that same camp. I can understand, after the horrors of the Nazi
Why Did You Come Here? is a piece I wrote about what’s behind our urges to gather and make things. New on Substack today.
Come to Romania with us! In May 2026 Last weekend I returned home, from Porto, Portugal. This was my second time teaching in Portugal. A year ago it was my first. It was in the enchanting town of Sintra, just 20 minute drive from Lisbon. Both retr
Passport to Journal, in May 2026, in Romania. Registration is open. Explore with @alexcastroferreira7770 So honored, so grateful, so exciiited.
I came ‘home’ last night and woke up this morning, once again as I always do after ‘being away’, to some reminders of my preferences. Preferences of bridges over walls. Wonky structures over rigid patterns. Do-overs over f