Callisto, Elbows Entwined With Ganymede

  • Posted on 19th September 2017,
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Callisto, Elbows Entwined With Ganymede

Callisto. Jupiter’s Moon. Its surface is the most ancient in the solar system. Any new crater will erase an older one…black waves coming, black waves going. This strand has a deep space feel. Clean, astringent starlight colluding with dark matter. Whispers of subsurface oceans and halophiles.… Read More

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Past, Present, Future

  • Posted on 11th September 2017,
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Past, Present, Future

This light garland murmurs secrets pertaining to balance, softness, and the reaper’s unflagging procrastination.

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A sudden evaporation of the tension imbued on bodies by time. The past, present and future melt into a mute, indeterminate swirl.

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Black swirls and resonant whites.… Read More

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A BLUR OF MUSCLE

  • Posted on 7th September 2017,
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A BLUR OF MUSCLE

An ode to anatomy. Lovely ligaments stretching, writing sentences in a script of contortions and grace. A strand drenched in the fluidity of torsos. Atomic compilations.

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Hand drawn bodies of flowing ink alive on thrumming backdrops of blue and Spanish red.… Read More

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We Come In Peace

  • Posted on 31st August 2017,
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We Come In Peace

These star people have wildly different countenances. Each of their hearts fires with an alien biology. Beat, offbeat, eagerness, agony. This strand is a nod to all of us aliens, living together. Bound to all the other extrapolations of life throbbing elsewhere in the cosmos.… Read More

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Bells Resound in the Deep Oregon Forest

  • Posted on 23rd August 2017,
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Bells Resound in the Deep Oregon Forest

The Society of National Industry had the pleasure of being a part of the exquisite mise en scène of this woodsy union. The supersaturated strand of pinks, magentas, brilliant red-oranges, purples, and neon tangelo were a custom order to match the sizzling attire of the bride’s lady posse.… Read More

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Thundershower Brew

  • Posted on 8th June 2017,
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Thundershower Brew

The sky churns into a bloody, angry mustard. The sky seethes with rain and light. A rare occurrence around the Puget Sound. This strand is a nod to the lovely vehemence playing across summer skies elsewhere. The soft blue-gray tessellations become domes and towers of black.… Read More

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I Was Dreaming, But I Was Awake…

  • Posted on 21st April 2016,
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I Was Dreaming, But I Was Awake…

(the following is a dream relayed to me by a friend; she asked if I would illustrate it – my answer, an emphatic yes!)

…the walls are a light, soft yellow so it was a warm environment. The flames are moving, and as they move there are whispering voices in them, every candle has its own voice.… Read More

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A Bright Tapestry in the Wicked Depths

  • Posted on 27th March 2016,
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A Bright Tapestry in the Wicked Depths

Down there, pressure is a bombastic creator. This deep black well is lit with the spray of biophotons. Your periphery is a dim void out of which anything can spring. Snakes of coal, who tempt with spheres of light. Unnatural bodies wrapped around bent spines.… Read More

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