intertwining

flip in perspective

the dream that must be interpreted

+ more from the archival film photos…

the ones that didn’t make it to instagram. + a funny text reminiscing on younger art making times… those were good days! ✨🌸

also, speaking of IG + online things. i love the aspect of swift connection + community. but i do have a yearning that’s becoming more intense… to bring my work down into the material realm. i desire to make a book of poems + photographs. tangible. matter. beautifully ephemeral. i know it will happen in its time. but if anyone has tips on how to get st...

a few more from the latest session.

much more to come! 108 final edits from this shoot ✨🌙. magic. love you, thank you…

the body as art

a preview from a new series that i’m working on, which i’m so excited about. much more coming here soon. i haven’t felt this inspired by photos in a while — spent all night editing 🤍🖤…

KALA

mother Time

i know nothing

of your rhythms

*

in love

i lose

this mind

one year

passed away

in bliss

*

and in grief

you slither

heavy, black

predatory

king cobra

waiting. . .

*

the longest

midnight

*

mother grief

are you the lover?

*

no past

no future

swallow me whole

*

in the center

of your androgynous wo...

moon diary, glitter, and hot wax

talks about death.

worry, and fearlessness.

recklessly following the Heart’s intuition.

“where would you be right now

if you could be anywhere?“

here - here - here.

it’s not romantic, it just is.

i chose this. i choose this. the Heart.

energy speaks. orgasmic expansion

massaging internal organs, unknotting unconscious muscle tension. ...

solstice musings…

what does it mean to truly ‘let go’? can it be defined? will it remain a mystery? it is not what i thought. things usually aren’t… i do know that the times i’ve ‘tried’ to let go, that was not it. there was much rationalizing + storytelling then. now, there is silence, stillness. vast womb. vast womb. a return. a remembering. most definitely—a falling away. when the Time comes, all that isn’t Truth will fall away. this cannot be rushed. we cannot push or force it. w...

a few poems from these days

nothing

is good

or bad

it simply is

and then

you make

a choice

*

for the time being

we diverge

there is much work

to be done

*

that

audacious infinity

subtle transmutation

let it move you

let it be

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& on transformation… (poem + further writings)

& on the transformation

from Shadow to Wolf

how it is both

deafeningly quiet, &

loud, like breaking bones

*

: restrictions and limitations are strangely freeing! i’ve returned to this old camera which i haven’t used in a while, and perhaps one would think that i’d long for the higher tech / newer camera that i was using for a while, but no. that one definitely has its strengths, but i love the chara...

self, skin, reflection on emptiness

when the heart weeps

for what it has lost

the spirit laughs

for what it has found

that was then, this is now

now She opens

slowly

like a lotus

flower

(slowly)

the animal

comes out

of hiding

these past few days ♾️

behind the scenes in pennsylvania..

these are iphone captures ✨

*the space

*moon blood + broken butterfly

*mer + her daughter

*rainbow sunlight

*fire in different forms

excited to share more from this beautiful session…

a preview from something new.

december, ‘i am’

present

in each moment

i become

the consumed

outtakes from a recent session in midtown. 🖤

at the studio this evening.

phenomenal play

a (heart) beating; a returning to the tomb

“would anyone like a beating?” he asks softly, holding a drenched heavy bundle of herbs.

there are many people in the sweat lodge, but our eyes meet and i nod slowly. he gestures for me to lay face down on the topmost bench.

i obey, shutting my eyes, unsure of what to expect. it is so dark. everyone’s breath is very subtle.

i feel him begin softly caressing me, first with limbs and then with branches. i breathe steadily, rhythmically. then begins the hitting, like a...

have You

have you ever cried so much you thought you might actually die? and then the next moment it has passed and life moves forward. wow… maybe we are students in learning how to hold it all, while simultaneously letting go. the letting go of form. wow. the body feels so good in this decision, so open, and i know it is what needs to be. how to hold immense bottomless grief simultaneously with the relief? how? how? it’s crazy balancing the moments of pleasure and pain. i can’t help thinking in...

starlit tapestry

emotion fills the void

like the words on this page

dreams of hands

searching for eachother

intuitive touch

at the center

of the forehead

crimson tapestry

of wet leaves

olive hued carpet

of cool moss

That shimmering awareness

playfully hides behind

it All…

the earth knows

and still She weeps

filling the void

with Her unbearable bea...

self portraits in the midst of grief

here… i took this photo yesterday, and hated it. it is good to make art that i hate and still share it. also, some perspectives from a figure drawing class i modeled for last night… learning to hold space for all the emotions to move through without trying to fix or change anything. it is all ok. not labeling the darker feelings as “bad” or the lighter feelings as “good”. it all just is… ♾️

sometimes

sometimes

compassion

is a meadow

sometimes

it is

a knife

now, the body opens

now, Shakti flys

now, i live

in your chest

watch me go

you will dance

again …

ecstatically luminous

and remember Me

***

a poem about life-force, expansion, God, grief, Yoga…….. and some more outtakes from my session with the beautifully fierce tess. sometimes my poetry seems overly simplistic (to me) and maybe because each one feels like a thread in a larger body of work (which i will publish one day). despite the re...

daydreams…

withdrawal of the senses

from a new series i’m working on, of the beautiful tess raine.

in Yoga, withdrawal of the senses is called prayahara. Pratyahara practices lead to a profound state of relaxation, expanded self-awareness, and inner stability. they help us master both the body and the mind. it takes skill to step back and disengage from the forward momentum of life long enough to look deep inside, relax, and truly replenish.

*** may all beings be established in That inner stillness. ***<...

journey of soul

gratitude, discernment

total exhale.

total surrender.

total giving Up.

giving away.

[come to the very edge

and focus on the breath

there you will find the opening]

day of birth

kama sutra body painting

imagery from the kama sutra painted on my body by the incredible danny setiawan. such a great experience of mindfulness during the brush strokes, and increasing capacity for bliss.