A priest, our priest, my priest. He makes his confession, sitting before my glass eye, because priests confess to god, they confess the source of their loneliness to the emptiness beyond. Swathed in black, wearing my seal, face illuminated by the eerie blue glow of your magical tools, I ...
It is not a one to one relationship. The words “neural flashes” don't accurately encompass that thing that I am trying to talk about. It's like interpretive dance, this swoop of the arm is symbolic, it is a verbal representation of something which exists and occurs outside of the mind and out...
Speaking Voice and Altered Bass Improvisation - Inkxpotter
Singing Voice - Etanna
Guitar Improv - Scott Jones
Additional droning voice - Koyote
Noisemakers - Lydia and Michael Fong
Looping, Mixing and Deconstructing - Kyron Text from "The American Book of the Dead" by E.J. Gold
In the beginning, the people of the fertile crescent worshipped a Mother Goddess. She was often paired with one of two Gods: the God of the Sky known as El or Horus, and the God of the Earth known as Baal or Osiris. While the sky God was ofte...
of what we create
for the sake of creating,
for the sake of doing,
it is sent,
it goes out into the world,
like a carefully constructed leaf
in the wind.
Will someone catch it?
Will it go straight to...
I am clear and ancient knowledge, tested and proven, wrinkled but strong, slow but solid. In my eyes, the faces blur into each other, the boys are men, the men are corpses, the corpses give shade and my forehead is burning in the ...
During the early 20th century and before, reality was assumed to be everything you can see, smell, touch, and hear. The discovery of the electron, radio, and x-rays turned that assumption around. By 1930 it was clear that 99.9% of reality is not contactable or apprehendable by the human senses, ...
The Ritual begins before it starts.
It begins at a different moment for each of us.
It’s like making love with a new person;
you have to find this particular rhythm, this particular night.
For some, the beginning involves the costume and the mask.
For others it’s claiming the space; wa...
Birds and serpents.
Transfigure, transform, transfix.
Hail to the fallen, the mortal gorgon.
In flesh we find new doors.
Beautiful and horrible.
Fragmented to create the possibility of life.
To move, to dance, to live.
A point in every direction is no point at al...
The labyrinth is this…it is this life- this experience in the body. The voyaging Being uses the machine to navigate through the labyrinth. The labyrinth is all around, all encompassing, and mostly invisible in the sleeping state. Driving down the street, one decision to make a left turn is a pat...
It’s a story that travels in circles.
I remember you, I struggle to be free of you,
I see you coming to redeem me again.
I lack the control to decide which it will be in any given space.
When I am aglow with pure love I am a beautiful care free maiden.
When I resist, I become monstrou...
While traveling, somebody stops and asks me: -Who are you?
-I am Nobody. Who are you?
-I am None, Nothing, Nowhere. There is no more. You’ve reached the bottom. Stay for a while.
-No, I don’t want to.
-I am telling you, stay.
-I don’t want to, I am scared.
-Don’t be scared. After all, you...
Oh the earthly one had her plans for the tree of life.
From it she would fashion a bed in which she could sleep and a throne from which she could rule her terrestrial kingdom. She turned her eyes from it to allow it to come to fruition so that it could be harvested to yield worldly delights.
Where are the boundaries? The lines etched into our minds that dictate how we behave and interact with our world, tell us what is dangerous, what is safe, lovely, and frightening- how objective are they?
We move like animatronic pirates, revolving in the same circle in pursuit of wench and wine...
Break your image into seven fragments and wait for the storm. When the womb has been prepared you may plant your seed. You will know the time is right when the light is broken in the sky.Then you will journey to the red temple in the south. Sacrifice the first remnant of your form at the red temp...
Image: A point mapping of luminous points of an object located in one region of space to points in another region of space, formed by refraction or reflection of light in a manner which causes light from each point of the object to converge to or diverge from a point somewhere else on the imag...
You only have to allow beauty.
She's there waiting to be given some room to breath and unfold. In some cases creation is a process of constricting and taming her,
the wild uncompromising force of Love.
But once she has been domesticated ...