The Feminine Black of Possibility: Dancing the Path of the Spiral
Aug 23, 2020
Spirals have drawn me in since childhood. Not really understanding anything of their symbolism, they would appear as dreamy doodles on the outskirts of my journals and later in the interlocking tattoo along my lower back. Over time I came to...
Dmitri
Feb 02, 2020
“There is something alive in a feather. The power of it is perhaps in its dream of sky, currents of air, and the silence of its creation. It knows the insides of clouds. It carries our needs and desires, the stories of our...
DEEP REST
Jan 02, 2019
Yesterday I listened to the ocean as never before. Thousands of wild horses in one continuous stampede, hypnotizing me with their thunder, penetrating my every crack and hollow until I too became an unending rush of hooves and saltwater. And I...