Art has journeyed with me for as long as I can remember. She has come to me through the landscape of dreams, all the while, weaving journey's into the unseen asking to be seen. It is an energy that draws homage to the lineage of the ancients. My art is an old growth forest of the mind. Each branch bends to beckon in the archaic and hidden remembrance of the psyche. It is birth; born of Earth and
Idea. It is death, the path of the huntress, the keeper of skins and the weaver of Owl Medicine. Art is my journey's keep. She shares herself by long walks deep into the thicket of dense forests, through journey's overland into unknown territories, art is the whisper of story. She can be found under the shading limbs of summer trees, or in the thick scent of wild flowers in spring. She is found amongst the stars under a waning moon, as I walk into the dead of night passing settlements of pine forests that filter moonlight through branches that droop heavy in drunk. I hunt her, Art. I collect her, disassemble her and breathe songlines into her. She is memory. My art speaks of a memory, a knowledge and a truth. It is my medicine. It is what heals and it is what never lets me forget. My heart aches for the wide open plains, the wildness of wild woman, the humble fires of old, the woven myths of my path past. So art is a vital extention of who I am. It makes me feel less alone, it invokes a magic that for me is timeless and helps us all to remember the old ways of being. Each piece is hand stitched. No machine has layed hand to this art. It is the way I want it. It is almost the way I need it to be. Humble, true, sacred. A vision of old streaming light into new. Hand stripped deer leather, brain tanned leather, scaled fish skin soaked in acacia, eucalyptus and wattle barks, hoops cut precious from fallen limbs, sage scented snake skin weaves medicine into the wearer, trinkets adorn as they find their way to my feeble hands to be stitched a new for you. Each piece is honored, always, sung to as I pray into it. Visions, healing, connection. And as each finds a new home so the memory of it will be with you, always in all ways connected.
