i made a music video! a very simple one. the more chaos i see also arising in our shared story, the more i value time spent purposefully grounding in beauty, too. Grieve, release, peace. i wanted this to feel like slow listening, like happy staring at the soil watching tiny things move, like patient curiosity, [...]
I was drawing with a kindergartner named Riley; when she drew this figure, I gulped in recognition. “You must come as a child.” Rainbow-hearted and with full trust she waltzed center stage with her pet dragon, the shapeshifting shadow who guards the greatest-pain-is-the-greatest-gift. Start again. And again.
Flocking to the edge of the cobblestones, murky water flows by and the sun is hot. A line-up of people stand at the ready with their homemade boats-of-dreams: a half watermelon full of confetti, a fragile leaf with a handwritten letter, a cast of twigs woven into a raft. One by one, these dreamers toss their biodegradable boats into the great big muddy with a wild whoop or a quiet wish, a cascade of flower petals or a casual column of incense.
“Ride tight into the city – two up, take a lane.” As is the custom, someone from Navigation dances us through the turns of the day’s route before we mount up. Not that we’re going anywhere very fast. Orchestrating twenty-three costume-clad, service-touring bike-riders is semi-complex choreography. Estimated times of departure: we laugh in your face.
Today the basement of Saints Teresa & Bridget Church smells like fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. Students giggle and complain as they mix giant batches of dough in the church’s kitchen. Angel Baked Cookies was the brainchild of North Grand Neighborhood Services in collaboration with local youth who needed jobs.
I was honored to present during “FRED talks” at the Rustbelt to Artist Belt conference about Art & Social Change. Stepping back from an active community arts practice due to an illness and swirling big picture questions had left me feeling estranged from the CAT community and STL in general…
♥ ♥ ♥ How does it feel to find freedom? What does the path through depression into full health look like? This winter 2012 I was honored to create an image that speaks to that healing work, collaborating with students from three high schools: Lindberg, Maplewood Richmond Heights, and Kirkwood.
US LIGHT. A few years ago, a group of friends made a yearly tradition of collaborating on a holiday pageant called “May These Changes Make Us Light.” US LIGHT became my nickname for it, abbreviating to reference the kind of power we have together when we are supporting the unfolding of each other’s highest potential. This brave togetherness requires a both an ability to inhabit the Now moment with open-ended curiosity, and a willingness to bear with inevitable dark glimpses of each other’s shadows–without jumping ship.
“Ace me:” a cocky gauntlet, a whispered plea, surrendered, confident, raising the bar, have my all. Sort of like but way beyond: bedroom’s ‘F*** Me’, or checker’s ‘King Me!!!!’ Here — My life is on the line. What is worth it? How do I do it? For years I’d bike Manchester and only see those first two syllables of the ACE METAL building; that sweet mandate phrase would come foreground, percolate, ring around me.
As I am preparing for the Critical Mass Creative Stimulus 2011 exhibition coming up August 5th at the Regional Arts Commission, I revisited the intention I expressed at the project’s inception. Here’s the proposal I sent in last spring. Along with Sarah Paulsen, Emily Heymeyer, and Alex Petrowsky, I was awarded $1000 as a stipend to encourage open-ended creativity…. soon we’ll share what’s been stewing!
This December I’ll be biking in costume with a motley crew of humans. For one month, each of us will molt our mundane routines, don a cape, and practice being our most playfully awake selves. It’s the Annual Superheroes’ Long Haul for Justice!