a diary of words, paper and other ephemeral things

Tag: collage artist

  • New this week

    The Tarot Diaries segment on the four of cups is now live. Swipe through the photos for previews of what I dive into 💚

    Read more at Contemplative Creativity

    Below is my sticker design for Care Mail Club. Sign ups are $11 to receive a sticker, zine and original artwork…and sometimes extra goodies 😜 check it out on my ko-fi.

    The sticker shone below was from last month’s club mail. it’s available for $3 on ko-fi.

    The zine I made for The Glitch Witch’s zine quest
    My book is now available for purchase here on Ingram Spark, or you can find it (and the ebook version) on Amazon and B&N.
  • I see it in the pieces and in the whole

    I made this new insert for my travelers notebook from old sketchbook pages
    It feels strange to be working in this cover but on a different type of paper. But I am enjoying the playfulness
    When I look at them completed I don’t recognize where I made certain decisions. And new information comes forward from the wholeness of the piece
  • What are we making today?

    Marks, put down marks. Don’t be precious. Just put pigment on paper. Spray with water if that feels good. Smear colors together with an overused white marker. Draw lines. Scribble. Cute paste glue. More marks. Only stop when your body tells you.
  • 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.

    “Numinous” mini collage

    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.

  • The little notebook joy continues

    More pages from the notebook obtained from the record shop. They are created by Half Hazard Press, and I found them in a new (to me) record shop I was perusing. I also got a Uriah Heap album, titled Demons and Wizards. It was a bold choice considering I had never heard of them but for $9 and a title like that who could resist. We recently pulled out the record player tucked away in a closet, in the hopes that more music enjoyment can be had together.

    I am leaning toward this piece as the sticker design for this month’s mail club.

    I am mulling over the idea of how to approach the zine for this month. I am proud of my ability to create a zine each month thus far, as well as figuring out the format to print it within Canva. You can sign up for mail club on my here.

    My poetry collection is taking its final shape, I’m settled at between 30-40 poems. I am looking at setting the container to make the corresponding collages. If anyone has any experience self-publishing a book outside of Amazon’s service with text and full color images, please let me know.

    A new essay for The Tarot Diaries will be on Substack later today.

  • First 2026 collages

  • Welcome to the void

    I found a fun little notebook at a record store and now I’m filling it with collage