Monday, February 25, 2019

Happy Camper

today is the first day
in forever that
it's not raining and cold

i've been planning this carving
for a while
will leave the face primitive
do some wood burning
on the "hair"
will most likely give her
a body at some point
 
sunshine....
carving...
happy camper
 
 




Saturday, February 16, 2019

Murmuration

this.......

Friday, February 15, 2019

Deity

deity

a god or goddess
divine status..quality or nature




Thursday, February 14, 2019

Moon: Grandmother of the Human Heart

Moon...grandmother of the human heart

"Love is indecipherable. Perhaps it is easier for us to write about power..because its force field is tangible and its outcomes may be hooked onto the ends of our pens. Maybe it is more straightforward to find good words to invoke integrity or truth..because they shine through those things that oppose them or deny them. Magic can be caught in the clever twist of a sentence..and the many fluid expressions of sadness might be laid with little difficulty into a phrase. But how is it possible for us to adequately describe the simplicity and complexity of love? Our emotions are drawn by the tides..responsive waves of feeling that are small and immense..brilliant and tender..potent and wild. We are oceans created in many harmonizing and churning layers by our emotional deep waters. Here is the salty pitch of our longing and here the soft tone of our compassion. Here is the pale whisper of our bewilderment and the dark timbre of our anxiety. Here are the cold high notes of our clarity. Each one of us is a watery choir of feelings. But underneath all this noise there is something else going on. This full-bodied swell is underpinned by a single rhythm that steadily resounds along the perimeter of our awareness..a constant beat that may rise into a resonant crescendo or pulse gently behind melodic confusion. But it is insistent..strong and always present somewhere in the mix. That sound is love..indecipherable love. Love which rouses..impels and gives purpose to the drumming of our human hearts.

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Flying Fuck

flying fuck

nuff said


Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Raven



 Raven binds the story to the scar

"All the land we ever loved is creased into each fold and crinkle in our skin. This land has known our every step..witnessed our journeys..nourished and received us. The land that recognizes us will always find a way to mark itself onto our skin..and once that is done..we can never be without the place that most reflects our soul. Our skin forms the final boundary that separates our dreaming from the outer world; it is the last barrier that protects our souls from sliding into death. And all the death we ever feared is crushed and smeared inside each pore of our skin. Death demands respect and fear of death needs remembering. We shall honor that landscape beyond life with every drop of moisture that is wept or labored from our pores. All the truth we ever yearned for is scribed into our cuts and rubbed into the raw wounds of our skin. They are a lasting record of the truth we have been seeking..while we forgot and then created memories..while we reshaped our understanding of the world. All the songs we ever heard are pinned into our skin by sharp bone needles; there are so many songs and each one carved from the shards and fragments of our lives. The bones pierce us over and over again pressing who we are and what we know into our hidden flesh..bonding us forever to our songs. And all those folds and pores and cuts and piercings on our skin are sure to last. We will never lose our land or death or truth or songs for we carry them with us always. They are forever in our scars."

Shaman

we do not become healers
we come to the earth
as healers


Monday, February 11, 2019

Cold

just more outsider art


Friday, February 8, 2019

Touched

touched

"orange is the color of insanity"


Thursday, February 7, 2019

Where Does This Come From

feeling blue
....happens

selfie
don't think i've ever created the
idea i began with 
this was going to be a chair
with a head
then i saw the hand and
....this


Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Mo Digital Work

This Much

Magic Hands

i hate days when 
i can't make myself 
go outside  :(:

hence: mo digital work




Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Oh My.....



these need to be mine


Sunday, February 3, 2019

The City Makes Me Crazy

it does


Saturday, February 2, 2019

The Way According To Arlene

more outsider art


Friday, February 1, 2019

No Fux Given

that 'bout sums it up