Tag: beauty

• new collages and the desire to birth an art book

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I’m curious if any other artists have experience with creating a book of their art. I’ve found myself enamored by art books lately and would really love to get something printed but am unsure of where to start.

  Regardless, it feels good to make art. These are from last night. Thanks to this process, I feel ready for my day today.

  Some of these collages will be going to mail club members. Sign up here. It’s $11 a month, you receive a zine, a sticker, and an original artwork. Here is the sticker design for this month:

  

  Episode 11 of my podcast Living Practice is live here. It can also be found on Apple Podcasts and Spotify.

  Book a tarot art and zine reading Here.

  2026.07.20

• Seven of Swords

  

  

  

  Read the essay here

  2026.04.24

• left behind: a poem

  not just debris

  from the storm

  fallen twigs and

  forgotten string

  small dwelling

  for growing

  found the ground

  from its

  sky-kissed perch

  oh, to scoop it up

  to hold this proof

  to dampen the structure

  with saltwater tears

  

  

  Buy my book

  2026.04.20

• Two collages and a haiku

  

  

  

  opportunistic

  robin plays bath splashing in

  puddles of fresh rain

  2026.04.12

• What remains

  Bald eagle

  circles with

  two vultures

  tending to death

  like the

  carcass of a deer

  or the

  decay of a nation

  

  2026.04.08

• I see it in the pieces and in the whole

  

  

  

  2026.03.18

• Where I find the sacred

  Reading “Ordinary Mysticism” by Mirabai Starr

  I find the presence of the sacred hidden in my aching bones when I have to push myself a little farther past my comfort zone. I am reminded I am alive.

  I find the presence of the sacred as I walk, an obligation, yes…but also a gift. I move on familiar paths and marvel that I came together as this particular collection of cells, at least for now.

  I also feel the sacred flowing through tingling fingers as I create. It is an openness that simply keeps me moving.

  I feel the sacred in the hard moments, but also in the soft. Like asking the kids about how their day was, laying down for a daily nap because I respect this body enough to know rest is vital.

  Although I can feel imperfect on my path, ultimately I believe the sacred meets me in the trying. I am forever in a state of reaching toward the unknowable mystery: my fingers imagine grasping the hem of its cloak…but remember that not knowing is beauty too. I breathe, my chest rises. the day is promising but also cold. I have shelter and warmth and unending love, even if only for this brief moment.

  

  For more writing on where I meet the sacred, check out my recent essay in Fieldwren Journal: available here

  I just started it, but go grab a copy of “Ordinary Mysticism: Your Life as Sacred Ground” by Mirabai Starr. Let me know what you think.

  2026.03.01

• Making marks

  

  An automatic drawing I made last night while watching Uzumaki. Mostly just tried to set time apart where I wasn’t doomscrolling. Being locked in during a snow storm has made it hard to resist the phone, especially since I can’t go for my daily walk. My legs hurt intensely. Luckily my ulcer issues have chilled out, and the medicine I am allowed to take has kept the horrid headaches at bay. I still slept a lot today. I also began knitting a hat. Still trying to work through my stash.

  Back to the drawing, into interesting because a lot of elements always seem to appear and I usually see some type of character or spirit manifest. Will probably do more of this tonight when I’m not knitting.

  2026.01.25

• Recent collage work

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  2025.11.26

• Attention is magic: the leaf portal

  

  

  2025.11.11