I'm smitten with this harsh and hot land. Completely in love. Where some people see failure, death and destruction, I see life. I see it in the little trickles of water, in the Shoshan people, in the creosote, mesquite, the
I've made friends with the Timbisha Shoshone people who've called this amazing place home for centuries. One of their elders told me stories of underground cities, of giants, of animal spirits who show the way to water if they accept
Robbie tells me that if I keep doing the same things I'll always get the same results. That is so true; in life and in art. I stopped at a Value Village and bought some random oil pastels. I've never used
On an impulse I drove south. South for days. I came to the lowest place I could think of: Death Valley. After all, if one is at the lowest place, any move one makes has to be up! There's just nowhere lower
There's this meditation guru who says, "if you are breathing there's actually more right with you than wrong with you." My wellness Dr asked me to think about what it would be like to wake up one morning as just myself.
Brief explanation: There is no art and there hasn't been in quite a while. I can't make myself "do" art. I end up staring at a piece of paper, tools, lino