For a long time I have tried to compartmentalize my passions... to organize them into something sensible...
This has proven impossible, as each seemingly disparate path informs, deepens, and enriches the others... helping make each one more meaningful and juicy.
Even here on this website, the different pages separate things artificially. The visual art I make is often from a place of deep listening to spirit and my ancestors, and emerges as a prayer. The healing arts I practice are all about relationship, containing spiritual and often visual components. Wildcrafting and gardening always transport me into a more embodied connection with my ancestors. On and on...
At the root of this body of work is a great love of place... the vast and intimate mystery of this sweet space between Earth and Heavens... And as one does when they're in love, I've felt compelled to learn about my beloved in hopes of understanding their many faces and contours, and I wonder about so many things... like: what are humans here for?
To me in this moment, that winding path of destiny looks like tending, and here are some of the fruits of my journey.
This has proven impossible, as each seemingly disparate path informs, deepens, and enriches the others... helping make each one more meaningful and juicy.
Even here on this website, the different pages separate things artificially. The visual art I make is often from a place of deep listening to spirit and my ancestors, and emerges as a prayer. The healing arts I practice are all about relationship, containing spiritual and often visual components. Wildcrafting and gardening always transport me into a more embodied connection with my ancestors. On and on...
At the root of this body of work is a great love of place... the vast and intimate mystery of this sweet space between Earth and Heavens... And as one does when they're in love, I've felt compelled to learn about my beloved in hopes of understanding their many faces and contours, and I wonder about so many things... like: what are humans here for?
To me in this moment, that winding path of destiny looks like tending, and here are some of the fruits of my journey.