I’ll be bodypainting and showing my art at Utilikilts for the first thursday artwalk in October!
SO pysched! I’ve got a couple shoots this week with an amazing photographer, Fedora El Morro, with two of my favorite models, Rita and Courtnee, to feature in the show.
If you’re in Seattle, put it on the calender! Thursday, Oct 7th, 6pm.
The Master’s calligraphy had risen into the night, a Great Horned Owl(!) and flown majestically off to warn the Kingdom of the invasion. Sheldrake couldn’t help but be disappointed when; after all his incantations and careful study; his strokes curled, rose on stubby, awkward wings and flapped back towards the barn.
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If you’re in Seattle this weekend, don’t miss the Arts In Nature Festival! Check out our faeries at my mom, Blackbird’s, booth!
Sam’s been working on origami wand-toppers for months and mom and I have been faery-makin’.
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Last night I dreamt my mom and I were talking in a well-appointed house. We heard a bonking noise from above and I looked up and saw, through a hole in the ceiling, a hole in the attic roof. Falling into the hole was a humonguous, fluffy-looking white shape.
“Does that look like a polar bear to you?” I asked my mom, somewhat flabbergasted.
She concurred that the cloudy shape resembled a white bear and indeed, the farther it slipped into the house the more it looked like one. It slid through the hole and fell into the house, landing(guessing by the muffled thumping sound) in the living room.
My boys(Sam and another) ran to check it out and mom and I hurried behind them. I figured the animal might hide, but there it was, a yeti now, comfortably ensconced cross-legged on the couch.
Sam was sitting next to him, poking his leg. I said: “Don’t poke the yeti, Sam. He’s our guest.” The yeti didn’t really seem to mind the poking though.
The dream refocused then, I found myself staring, enchanted, at the art on the mantle. It was a painting, shaped like a house, of a house with an owl in the attic-beautifully detailed. Immediately, I knew it was an important protection charm.
There were several others, all house-shaped, with owls as the guardian spirits. I knew I wanted to make these myself.
……………..Now I just need to find some house-shaped wooden canvases! 
Painted this in my sketchbook last week in an evening of supreme inspiration, finished it on the full moon and posted it on Fb and within an hour, two friends were vying to buy it!
{happy artist dance}
Had a lovely dinner with my friends Rita and Ben, my mom and teh Samster. Mmmm…. Porkchops simmered in plum-nectarine-blueberry sauce with shitake baked rice(recipe courtesy of my awesome friend Sharon who is about to come out with her very own cookbook!), garden collards and garden salad. And a veritable plethora of desserts! I made a blackberry cobbler with some very fine and ginormous berries my mom brought, Rita brought two kinds of lemon birthday cake from her Bday celebration and Sam and I made chocolate chocolate mint chip monster cookies! Yum. Stuffed ourselves and then Ben and Sam made origami while I painted Rita’s lovely, pregnant belly.
Yay! Happy birthday Rita! And hurray for summer goodness…
More pictures of the dinner and the belly, here.
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions” ~Rainer Maria Rilke
Another interesting character met in a dream…
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..but mine are certainly of the bizarre variety, if my dreams mean anything.
I had an intense day yesterday. Tried to go back to work and gave one massage and my head/neck started to build up to their “We’re either going to explode, or you’re going to pass out” threshold. So, I went home and bawled and worried and panicked about not being able to earn any money while the doctor bills and rent use up all my emergency funds-not to mention why the Hells I’m still sick after four months…
Anyway, my mom came over and comforted me and I calmed down and slept and-
My friends and I were being chased across a rocky desert by demons and we’d outpaced them and were catching our breath, when we glanced up and saw a condor circling, with a high-power rifle in it’s claws! Holy crapamolly! This odd sight stopped us in our tracks for a moment, until we realized that, duh, quite likely, a condor who wielded a rifle was in cahoots with the demons and even if it wasn’t, chances that it was going to be nice and normal and wait for it’s prey to die naturally were highly unlikely.
So we scrambled poste haste up the rocks and hid in a gazebo-like structure. Almost immediately, the demons caught up with us and surrounded the gazebo, grinning merrily at how neatly they’d trapped us. Amazingly, I found a submachine gun amongst the rocks(probably dropped by a clumsy luddite buzzard) and after fumbling with it for several tense moments, managed to turn the safety off and empty it into all the demons. Bullets ripped into their chests and they staggered dramatically, falling to their knees. And then, stood up, laughed at me and spat all the bullets out their mouths onto the ground. Shite, I hate demons with a sense of humor.
Inventive bastidges too, they put my companion in a glass container, filled with water and the demon chief(who had me by the arm) froze the top of the water about ten inches deep with some sort of gesture/spell. The other demons were chortling and taking bets as to whether my friend would freeze, or drown first. I was angry, but there was nothing I could do, somehow the creature that held me had rendered me powerless.
But my friend apparently was not. Not only did he NOT oblige the demons by drowning or freezing to death, he began to sculpt the ice into a stag. A freakin’ gorgeous ice sculpture stag! I was delighted, my demon captor however, was pissed and decided to take it out on me by breaking my knuckles, quite delicately(as one would crab legs to extract the tasty meat) with a tiny hammer. He asked me which hand I painted with and I said nothing(that was the hand he’d started with anyway and I figured he was only asking to torment me).
I woke as his hammer struck my hand harder and found my hands were tucked uncomfortably between my legs.
Ah, dream logic.
