Many lies are told daily. Some are little, to overcome a day, and some are big, to survive a lifetime. By ourselves to ourselves and to others. One of them is: You are not alone. Another is: This too shall pass. In the end, in the beginning
On the dusty road between impossible dreams and probable realities.
Every little ‘innocent thing’ we make carries the insatiable desire hidden in our memory, to be known, deeply. To not tolerate our invisibility ever again. By the self or by others. To never allow our complete disappearance to take plac
It’s @leighannalight and me again for Image Transfers and Transformation retreat but this time in magnificent Oaxaca in Mexico. It’s the first time teaching AND being in Oaxaca for both of us and we are so incredibly excited. Would you jo
“You deserve to be in environments that bring out the softness in you, not the survival in you” Brené Brown
From my little new piece on Substack… “Don’t call me anything but ‘Human’. A ‘Woman’ I’ll accept as well. A woman, yes. Mad to beautify everything she touches, paint, paper, or skin, to sanctify
So long, FB. For a number of reasons I have chosen to disengage from the platform, to not interact or post directly, nor ‘automatically share’ my IG posts to FB. Something I’ve done for a long time now. My images and words can b
“Great protests are great art works.” -Sarah Sze #sumud
Another giant ‘holder of grief’ on standby. Propped up in the middle of what was once a city, desolate yet so densely populated. Plains completely leveled but still waiting for another bomb to drop. And then another. And ‘this hold
The guts of one abandoned house out of many, years ago in Sligo, Ireland. Always learning to see the light and the lightness in the darkest, oldest, most tired, and perhaps far gone, clearly musty places that dwell in me. I am learning to see my h
Independence Day? Celebration? These ‘temporary dwellings’ are the framework for the constant seeking to manifest ideas of interdependence, yet, often, finding ambiguous and imperious concepts of independence instead. Structures holdin
Her dress was made of straw, thin tubers, substantial, but hollow, reflecting a similar network of blood filled vessels, lacing her legs, overtaking. ‘Roots’ under the bottom part of the dress we often call ‘skirt’. Hiding,
Touches. Of All kinds. New on Substack.
Outer voices. Farther. Louder. Achier, but not from a dull pain. #sumud
“I was born with an open wound, and the colors are bursting. Don’t call me brave or a martyr; I’m just a woman who has learned to love, even in the heart of pain. I’m a paintbrush, I’m a cry, I’m broken flesh and s
So satisfying… I made bone broth with herbs in my garden before they plan their grand vanishing. Thai basil, dill, and parsley. Left is the persistent and robust mint, some remnants of Thai basil which I’ll give away, and the sweet and
I visited Romania, the land of both my parents, only once, and it was exactly 50 years ago, when I was 16. And now I get to go there once more, as @alexcastroferreira7770 is taking me there to teach an old beloved workshop in a ten day retreat. So ye
Will you join me somewhere, sometime soon enough, to make mixed media things, as a good damn excuse to love on one another? 🙏🏻 ♥️ #sumud @leighannalight @pnwas @dritzau @alexcastroferreira7770
Oh, the messes we make. The hearts pounding restlessly behind them. The missing of what we once had, at least the illusions of what we had, and the missing of what we never had. The fantasies, the shattered hopes of them materializing. The actual an
This morning on Substack I have: The Fixer Written by my beautiful friend Melody Ross “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic”. (These are the famous words by Sting) She truly is. ‘She’, is my beloved friend Melody. This is a p