Wings of Desire: The making of an entire collection of large-scale wearable wings and interactive performance art for all the fallen angels, misfits, outcasts and humans whose bodies remember adaptation and desire: what it felt like to come from water, what it was to fly.
Damaged Goods: the good body broken An art series of images and writing from maps and medical x-rays.
Art is my Reclamation, my Resistance, My Refuge
I am here for the stories we are socially and culturally told we are not allowed to speak or know or claim as our own belonging, and the transgressive act of centering such narratives in both discourse and art.
l write the corporeal, the wonder and mess of the human experience being embodied. I write about medical anthropology and the wandering womb, living with chronic illness and disability, recovering from religious abuse, a novel I refuse to speak of aloud, legion hearts and the mystery none of us can ever really know so we just keep threading words together into ink and paper arrows, hoping they will somehow light up like neon, illuminating the broken and beautiful. I write secular prayers and about what the living do, and sometimes I write about violence and sometimes I write about lilacs.
My writing over the years has been published in a variety of publications in print and online including:
Ars Medica Bellevue literary Review Calyx Elephant Journal (which I now find to be misogynist and refuse to submit to) Crab Fat Magazine Tattooed Buddha Brain Child Magazine Body and Soul: Narratives in Healing The Manifest Station
I am an artist, a dissident doula and author;
a lover of the ferine and saltwater and swelter of heat.
I house and honor spaces of human and creative sanctuary,
fiercely devoted to the shouts of shattered lives and deeply trusting of our own innate instinct. I am not here for transcendence. I’m here to stay slow and low to the honesty of things, human and unrepentant and real.
I work one on one artists, writers, and creators of all kinds. For those who are grappling with myth and meaning, rough housing with words and seeking to unearth the sound of their own voice. For those who want sanctuary, a safe space, to wander deep into the why of their creating, to ask questions of where the words and vision and uprising wants to take you. Those who feel the doubt and the desire, how sometimes it is a tangled thing to know what we will create and release into the world, because life herself is messy and so are we.
The art of showing up for ourselves and our art and creating and becoming. The art of doing nothing that is being our everything. The art of being and becoming. The art of making without knowing what comes next.