Remnants of presence here in Oaxaca, offerings of fullness, and voids, upon endings, and a beginning of a way back to a place where I normally lay my head on a pillow, to sleep. And realizing… “My life didn’t unfold the way I pl
From A City Like Oaxaca, new on Substack this morning. “…Cities across continents. They confuse in their paradoxical nature, perhaps because they remind me of myself. Or any woman. Anchored in life-giving, yet easily quaked, shattered,
It’s just a surface with some pieces of papers pasted on, some paint smudges, drippings, scribbles, and some gloriously childish marks, of all kinds, arranged on this surface, and rearranged, again and again until satisfying. It’s not t
In constant migration and pretending to blend in. Like anyone else, to belong in this troubled world and its troubled humans. Caption inspired by my new shirt asking: ¿Sabes por qué migran los pájaros? Do you know why the bird
@leighannalight She is my partner in this offering in Oaxaca and I adore her. We are teaming up twice this year. In June, in Taos, NM, again. Here, in a moment of vacancy and a moment of fullness 🤗 She got kindness, sweetness, and generosity. D
Image Transfers and Transformation, Oaxaca, Mexico, with @leighannalight and #orlyavineri Metal sheets, wood panels, plastered papers, elegant silks & plainly woven cottons. All are skins. All absorbent. All waiting to receive traveling and t
Casi luz de luna. Almost moonlight, in Oaxaca, this evening.
New on Substack this morning About a City Not Mine
The official day 1 of Image Transfers & Transformation, a collaboration with @leighannalight in Oaxaca, Mexico. And how appropriate are my findings yesterday on her streets? Her talking walls? This city is overtly political, and I love that. No
My nervous system is wired for abandonment, but my soul is wired for devotion. That’s the inner war. -Amy Steinhauser @unburied_eulogies
Many homes are beckoning and I’m on my way to the one that goes with me today.
On my way this morning, to somewhere else, far from this tormented place. For a couple short weeks I might be safe from bubbling over. A privilege I am aware of. #mixedmediaartretreat #mixedmedia #artretreat #oaxaca #oaxacatravel
‘I know what this is, this careful arranging While everything collapses. This is how we survive. And also how we disappear.’ -Alessandra Olanow @aolanow
“Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.” -James Baldwin
I NEED POETRY.. New on Substack this morning. 🤎🤍🤎
I came across this first picture last night. Of a woman. Mother. Mine. Stylin’. Washing dishes in a stream. She happened to be the quietest rebel I’ve ever known. But no one figured it out in her lifetime, or beyond. They said she was
‘For too long, those fluent in the good grammar of civility have deployed decorum to mask agendas of cruelty’. - Zohran Mamdani
Round bowls. Giant, hiding, inside colorful backgrounds. Concealed in square spaces. Oblivious feasts. Like giant elephants in rooms. Looking to escape definition, avoid being talked about, danced around. Refuse to return to visibility.
*N E W* 2022 was the last time we, my comadre Rebecca @rebecca_brooks_art and I, gathered in the pines of Arizona to bring you our yearly retreat. Year after year before that she took me to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. We are beyond elated! We m