First Friday!  I am part of a show called Missoula Now opening @ the Ceretana Studios.  Come check it out and support your local art scene!


many small gifts in my world...feeling thankful.


"it no longer serves you to push the shadow self aside."  - NAGI

the tarot cards quietly suggested not to ignore my shadow side.  darkness is as important as light. and the moon gives as much energy as the sun.  this idea of balance, rather than striving for one side of perceiving, action and mood. i am paying attention, i answer...to warm and cool, near and far, soft and hard, light and shadow. sometimes i just need permission to feel them all fully.



just posted this image recently but excited to say it made it into a contest for self-portraits curated by
aline smithson.   the contest was sponsored by the vermont photography workplace and can be viewed

this image was fully formed in my head before i could make it.  i was in a house in the outerbanks for several weeks and after many daydreams, failed attempts and misguided prioritizing, i made the image in my head.  feels good to get those ideas/obsessions out into physical space, whatever that means.

and what that means, i guess, is this image means alot to me.

talking with you.
about the state of the world.
and where we fit in.
crunching leaves...

moving through. simply.

airplane graveyard.
you stand among the ruins.
delicate and hopeful and young. busted up fuselage. your dress so fitted and pressed.
motionless. burned out wings.
not knowing if the remains are yours.
injured girl.
rusting yellow metal in heaps. lush green grass grows around you. as the bright country sun lights up your hair.
sun flare obscures your face and shoulder.
but you remain.
a giant among the battered pieces.
of this airplane graveyard.
and your world.

once we were best friends. without even knowing.
it's your turn to turn off the light.

once we were alike. without even knowing.
watching thunderstorms on the patio.

once we were confidantes. without even knowing.
we didn’t know what secrets were.

once we were happy. without even knowing.
that goodness meant we were together.

. you whispered. i heard it. i am sure.

grow. i whispered back. on the breeze that blew between us.

grow. i feel it. but i sit here in defiance.

grow. you know it. and you thrust out your shoots, without intention.

grow. i want it. but i am swimming in the thickest sea.

grow. you must. so you reach through the power lines for your sky.

grow. i can. but these tendrils hold me to this merciless earth.

grow. you will. and i’ll look for shelter below you.

grow. i will. but first let me rest my body against you.

grow. you have. and i cannot imagine this world without you.

grow. i am trying. but i cannot keep up with you.

grow. you show me. let me learn from your strength.

grow. i whispered. did i hear it? i am sure.