The work I create is an exploration of wonder, mystery, and sentience of place. It is an expression of admiration for that which I love and is an attempt to evoke a sense of wonder in those who interact with it.
My work takes many forms: painting, drawing, performance, storytelling, and walking. It comes from a longing to bring people into deeper relationship with their own creative sprits and natural selves. My creative process is inspired by the rhythms of nature, by the cycles of the moon, and shifting of the seasons; Connecting me with ritual and ancestral current, journeying into forgotten spaces, into ancient practices of offering, of divining, of communing, and of presence. When I paint it is a way of honoring the impressions imposed upon me by the places I inhabit. When I lead people through a forest that I love it is a doorway into relationship, it is an act of devotion and admiration, it is an offering rather than an extraction. It is my assertion that the places we inhabit bubble up and through us, that they give us a great many gifts and that to be human means we are an expression of place; that our responsibility is not to impose our will on place, but to be guided and inspired by it..
Cultivating Conscious Creativity
Stepping into the cracks
What does it mean to make something meaningful?
To make something beautiful?
To make something together?
There are cracks in our self certainty, in our convictions, invitations welcoming us to be broken wide. Our cracks are great gifts, allowing us to step out of complete composure and perfection into a land of, “How do I get into the cracks?” or maybe, “How do I widen the cracks of my being and make space for who I really am?”
Creativity takes many forms, it isn’t always beautiful, or good, or needed. This idea of consciousness too, it’s burdened with New Age connotation and woo woo. But it is there to accompany the whole endeavor of creating, so that perhaps consequence is factored into the equation. What ripples do I make as I move? What have I intended and what unforeseen thing has emerged from some forsaken place. It’s often not the intended that is consequential, its where we we rush, where we occupy a place of, “my right to do what I will” and “my right to not take responsibility".”
An invitation to not get it right
And to do so beautifully.
Creativity with consequence.
No thing is inconsequential
How can we become more conscious of our wake?
Such that what we make
Is a love letter to life
Something worth descending from.