I seek to share, expand, and create Forest Multiverses inside the bodies of viewers and readers. My work is inspired by the remnants of Ancient Forests of the Pacific Northwest. The viewer is led deeper into an Old Growth Forest through painting and poem portals. The Earth is in crisis. The Forests I paint are older and wiser than any of us humans. The Forests are trying to tell us how important they are to our physical, emotional, and aesthetic survival. I am one of the translators of Forest language, image, and voice, and I seek to reintegrate Forest and human connection…
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Dearest people of earth,
We, from the afterlife, have a teeny-tiny favor to ask all of you. Can you please stop dying and gentrifying the afterlife?
At first we were like okay a new face, yay, we’d invite you for coffee or fucking. But now everything is so expensive we can’t even afford a cup of coffee…
My mother had no signature lipstick brand or colour she routinely bought and used. The lipsticks in her collection were comprised mainly of Testers; freebies from her job as a cashier at our local pharmacy. The Testers she was given were mostly tubes of the unsellable colours, or the expired ones, or the ones with naughty toddler bite marks in them…
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Mother is here. Mother gives Baby Girl a bath in the kitchen sink. This is the last night they will be together. Mother placing Baby Girl in warm water is here. Baby Girl splashing her small hands in the bubbles is here. Mother washing Baby Girl in soap and tears is here…
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I was pretty sure I had a handle on what was happening in the world, but around 1987 or 1988, when I was twelve years old, the story switched up on me. For as long as I could remember, the US was good…
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