I am Art

I am the medium, a conduit of sensual experiences

My gender is Art

My sexuality is Art

My flesh vessel is Art

My rituals are Art

My magick is Art

The Divine Generative expressed through the Will

A dance of spores

and divine mycelial connectivity

Making love to the continuous Nothing 

Bursting forth in constant creation 

Oh, divine mycelial nodes! 

Oh, delicious ashes and mud!

This set of axes was originally written by me in a Tweet on the new moon in sidereal Cancer:

Today is a new moon in sidereal Aquarius, and the words I shared then are just as poignant now. They were sporulated in that moment in time, and have served as affirmations along my journey of expression. On this dark moon, words that I have kept stored in filigreed documents strewn about my drives and journals scream with the fires of seedling energy. Propelled by martian emergence, they yearn to burst verdant from the soil to be touched by the sun as chilled days fall away to spring.

The emergence reminiscent of the ecological processes of decomposing detritus. The nutrient laden peat of thousands of years bubble forth forms from dense bog layers. The rich language of my generative mud abyss off-gasses to enter new cycles.

Their essence longs to be stored in the Akashic record in hopes of later being researched by curiosity driven explorers of Mandelbrot edges. The ones who bleed the intersectional boundaries of art, spirituality, and science.

Authenticity is a gift we give to the world. But first and foremost, it is a gift to myself. What else is there to do on this ride but remove the layers of societal obfuscation of our inner Beings of Beauty? What spews forth from me in my musings are all alchemical nodes on the path of self excavation. I, the alchemist, am changed by the generative processes of Life, and learn my truest Self as I slosh through the tidal marshes of transmutation.

My body is a conduit of the experiential, and what can be found here are glimpses of what compels my nervous system as I iterate through existence. The bioluminescent snail trails I've followed by feeling the propulsion of fiery intuitive passion. These are the language distillates of sensuality that my body has discerned through a unique experience of Being in this flesh vessel.

To be seen and perceived fully is to practice radical vulnerability with yourself and others. Any creative path is inherently a practice of vulnerability as it requires us to vomit forth our most sacred parts. Our truth of what flames our passion. We live in a world determined to render expression to jagged pre-determined parameters, and separate us from living life as it ought to be -- as Art.

And with that I say, welcome to my new space for sharing the many ways my experiences and perspectives manifest. Herein you will find poetry, prose, and other facets of my expression. While never limited to these topics, you can expect to see some reoccurring themes that are inherent to who I am:

• I vacillate between bog witch, compost ghoul, and sea hag. Witchcraft and the occult thread through my work. I am deeply in relationship with magick, Nature, and Goddess.

• My background is in environmental science, and thus topics of ecology, flora/fauna, and the Wonder of Nature will be in abundance.

• Sex is Nature, and Nature is Sex. Eroticism is an integral part of who I am -- a hedonist, slut, and kinkster. Embracing my sexuality has been and continues to be crucial to my unfolding.

• Feminism -- my experience as a femme human has been shaped by the gaze of the patriarchy. This has been a theme throughout my life and every space I enter.

• Dismantling systems of oppression: capitalism, imperialism, colonialism, and patriarchy. Collectively, these form the source of all suffering. Capitalism continues to destroy the earth system with no regard for the life of ALL beings that exist. It is the sole force that has pillaged Nature and continues to destroy the planet and us in its bloodlust for profit

• And always, there is more...

Let the journey continue....

I am Art

I am the medium, a conduit of sensual experiences

My gender is Art

My sexuality is Art

My flesh vessel is Art

My rituals are Art

My magick is Art

The Divine Generative expressed through the Will

A dance of spores

and divine mycelial connectivity

Making love to the continuous Nothing 

Bursting forth in constant creation 

Oh, divine mycelial nodes! 

Oh, delicious ashes and mud!

This set of axes was originally written by me in a Tweet on the new moon in sidereal Cancer:

Today is a new moon in sidereal Aquarius, and the words I shared then are just as poignant now. They were sporulated in that moment in time, and have served as affirmations along my journey of expression. On this dark moon, words that I have kept stored in filigreed documents strewn about my drives and journals scream with the fires of seedling energy. Propelled by martian emergence, they yearn to burst verdant from the soil to be touched by the sun as chilled days fall away to spring.

The emergence reminiscent of the ecological processes of decomposing detritus. The nutrient laden peat of thousands of years bubble forth forms from dense bog layers. The rich language of my generative mud abyss off-gasses to enter new cycles.

Their essence longs to be stored in the Akashic record in hopes of later being researched by curiosity driven explorers of Mandelbrot edges. The ones who bleed the intersectional boundaries of art, spirituality, and science.

Authenticity is a gift we give to the world. But first and foremost, it is a gift to myself. What else is there to do on this ride but remove the layers of societal obfuscation of our inner Beings of Beauty? What spews forth from me in my musings are all alchemical nodes on the path of self excavation. I, the alchemist, am changed by the generative processes of Life, and learn my truest Self as I slosh through the tidal marshes of transmutation.

My body is a conduit of the experiential, and what can be found here are glimpses of what compels my nervous system as I iterate through existence. The bioluminescent snail trails I've followed by feeling the propulsion of fiery intuitive passion. These are the language distillates of sensuality that my body has discerned through a unique experience of Being in this flesh vessel.

To be seen and perceived fully is to practice radical vulnerability with yourself and others. Any creative path is inherently a practice of vulnerability as it requires us to vomit forth our most sacred parts. Our truth of what flames our passion. We live in a world determined to render expression to jagged pre-determined parameters, and separate us from living life as it ought to be -- as Art.

And with that I say, welcome to my new space for sharing the many ways my experiences and perspectives manifest. Herein you will find poetry, prose, and other facets of my expression. While never limited to these topics, you can expect to see some reoccurring themes that are inherent to who I am:

• I vacillate between bog witch, compost ghoul, and sea hag. Witchcraft and the occult thread through my work. I am deeply in relationship with magick, Nature, and Goddess.

• My background is in environmental science, and thus topics of ecology, flora/fauna, and the Wonder of Nature will be in abundance.

• Sex is Nature, and Nature is Sex. Eroticism is an integral part of who I am -- a hedonist, slut, and kinkster. Embracing my sexuality has been and continues to be crucial to my unfolding.

• Feminism -- my experience as a femme human has been shaped by the gaze of the patriarchy. This has been a theme throughout my life and every space I enter.

• Dismantling systems of oppression: capitalism, imperialism, colonialism, and patriarchy. Collectively, these form the source of all suffering. Capitalism continues to destroy the earth system with no regard for the life of ALL beings that exist. It is the sole force that has pillaged Nature and continues to destroy the planet and us in its bloodlust for profit

• And always, there is more...

Let the journey continue....