I am thrilled to introduce my first art installation that I have been designing, registering, and creating for Burning Man 2019! Check it out! Custom-printed prayer flags create a pyramid around a fawn resting in a lotus flower, on a platform decorated with glyphs that convey a message: True wisdom belongs to the natural, non-human… Read More Introducing: Varanasi Sage!
It’s time for Burning Man! The past two years, I’ve shared my intentions for the experience because writing intentions and having a witness strengthens their power. This post makes the third. Thank you for being my witness. This year, I’m taking a new project — a meditation and lounge space I’ve been dreaming of for… Read More Burning Intentions 2018
(This piece, originally posted in 2017, won First Place for Expository Writing in the 2018 Nevada County Fair.) I drive Dog Bar Road along narrow twists and turns. I pass green, rolling hills; Victorian farm houses with blossoming trees and horses; abandoned barns that are hauntingly romantic; and ponds that are full from Springtime rainstorms.… Read More Bear River
(A complete draft of Part 1 will be available for download soon!) glamsient glam-zee-uh nt —noun an impoverished person who indulges in freedom and refinement by balancing time and money with self-actualizing undertakings such as creating and experiencing art, culture and self-fulfillment — not to be confused with trustafarian, trustfunda, or one who is independently… Read More Glamsient: Part 1
During this winter season, I’m making the final push to complete my first book! I’m on track to have it finished in Spring. In order to prepare the release, I’m taking time off from publishing work here. Check out photos from my current travels on Instagram http://www.instagram.com/glamsient
We cross into Reservation land in Northern Arizona. The desert before us, a desolate beauty with colorful streaks, glows beneath the pink hue of the setting sun. On the outskirts of town the highway curves past hills. Gathered at their base, shanties and shacks form small a small line. Broken boards, torn roofs, tires, cars… Read More Our Eyes Meet
We drove in after dark. Large shadows, looming in the night like masked phantoms, lay in wait. Half an hour before first light, wind shook the camper van. Rain urged us to stay under covers with tinny percussions. But we had come with one purpose: to witness dawn unmask the monuments. I put on my… Read More Unmasking the Monuments
We chose not to look at the map and found what we believed was a path. As we walked, the forest seemed to hold us while birds sang its melody. We passed elk tracks preserved in dry mud and saw a tree that had been used as an antler scratching post. I wished I could… Read More Canyon Meditation
After a full day building camp, several friends formed a group to go out. Of course I wanted to join! I grabbed my necessities (headlamp, toilet paper, goggles, emergency champagne) and hopped on my bike. As we turned onto the esplanade, art installations rose from the dust as far as I could see. I lagged… Read More The Inside Joke
My bike, with twinkling lights strung around its frame and the chain clicking in a dry loop, glides along the dust, creating tracks on tracks, crossing tracks without pattern or reason. The high desert, in the dark of night, mirrors the midnight sky. Now, the thin layer of dust on my bike, by week’s… Read More The Cows of Black Rock City
