Serendipity

Girl sitting in car, parked on the side of a country road.

Dashboard of a car looking out onto a barren field, patient with seeds that have been sewn. Clouds roll toward the horizon against a blue sky. There are trees in the distance.

I love joining meetings from fields. Watching birds peck at earth and clouds roll by languid & cool

Two feet posed on a porch, one wearing a medical boot to help heal and stabilize.

(my body reminded me quite harshly) (but I love her anyways)

Cyanotype print on watercolor paper. Five birds fly over an inverted sunset.

Wispy clouds snake across a blue sky, with low and dark clouds on the horizon and trees reaching upwards.

A weaving hanging on the wall made of yarn and ribbons with a green tile hanging from the center. There is a small plastic spider enmeshed in the weave.

I love driving to school and making new things and remembering to slow down

An old woman and a middle aged woman paint an office space yellow and dark blue as sunlight pours in through the window.

Three generations of women
Paint sunshine and moonlight on that which we are Building
My grandmother calls herself a crone
A witch cackle erupts, building
Bouncing off my mother
Off of me, maiden in this scheme
Joy and sorrow intertwine
Dancing in the gateway of dusk
For the fire of coming
Dawn

Flames held within the container of a firepit.

A man standing in between two trees (a portal) on the edge of the St. Croix River, looking on to the horizon.

Balance

may this fire prove to be purifying….

Woman wearing a black cardigan and holding up a hand sewn doll with no marked features as of yet.

Woman sitting in car with Doll wrapped in blue fabric like a robe to protect her from the world.

She lives with me and goes everywhere I go, for this week only, while blossoming into being (My Doll)

I have a soft spot for consuming content by spiritual grifters, partially because I think it increases my psychic shields for cult tactics, like a cognitive vaccination of sorts. The other reason is because it’s funny

2•5•25
🪢🥂🐦‍🔥🧚‍♂️

Pen drawing of a fluid grid

Embracing New Technique and Form

A quote in green handwriting: “The greatest poet has less a marked style and is more the free channel of himself. He swears to his art, I will not meddlesome, I will not have in my writing any elegance or effect or originality to hang in the way between me and the rest like curtains. I will have nothing hang in the way, not the richest curtains. What I tell I tell for precisely what it is.” -Walt Whitman. A quote in blue handwriting: “The painter passes through states of fullness and of emptying. That is the whole secret of art.” -Picasso. The two quotes are on white paper against a green background.

Let’s collage together🪞✂️😋

Collage of flowers and bodies and colors and a guy lying down with a tree growing from his crotch.

Collages remind me it’s not that deep <3 And!!!!! That it is

Handwritten notes for a class titled “556: Media Explorations.” The page also includes a list of materials to play with and a symbolic representation of the Expressive Therapies Continuum.

Handwritten notes showcasing the ETC through the lens of a medicine wheel, comparing the stages of creative development to the life cycle.

First week back to class. I love studying the symbols, both clinical and poetic

Truth Is Not Only Cognitive and Logical

Creating force fields of harmony and bliss 🔥 S • 8/8

A photo of a winter road through murky window. There is a car driving toward the horizon and dark trees lining the highway. The sky is yellow-hued with grey clouds.

A photo of a road with the sun hanging in the sky, illuminating the shift from yellow to blue atmosphere.

A photo of a power line cutting through blue sky with wispy clouds, houses to its right and pine trees to its left.

Allow your skies to open and transform

A screenshot from the video game Genshin Impact of the main character Lumine and Pyro Archon Mauvika standing in the grassy field of a dream-like pocket dimension. The character Mauvika is quoted to be saying: “Some beat their responsibilities like a burden, out of a sense of identity or obligation. But, I have a vision, and that is what drives me forward.”

A collage made in a sketchbook featuring a heart, a painting of six “ancestor spirits,” a golden tablet, a witch’s broom, a painting of a bear with two cubs walking along a body of water by sunset, and a poem titled “Spell for the New Human” which reads the following: “By the silence of the earth, by the breath of morning, by the curl of wave to shore, by the hope of waxing moon, in the vast expanding cosmos, on our tiny patch of planet may we be giant in our hearts.” Poem is credited to Susa Silvermarie.

Girl sits at a desk with a green keyboard and DJ board covered in anime girl stickers. She is poised at the controllers, gazing into the screen off screen. The walls behind her are filled with art.

An Oracle card titled “38: Dancing Prayer” sits at the center of a dot grid notebook which has different iterative drawings and colors associated with the phrase “Dance of Life.”

A snapshot of the corner of a desk. There is a yellow sketchbook, a roll of tape, a collage featuring a woman made of water, a cup filled with pens and tools, and a picture frame of a young couple by the St. Croix River.

Open your heart and let the love pour through ❤️‍🔥