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There is a certain static in the mind that can often blur your vision of yourself, the world, the reality of what blessings you are gifted with. Writing can help clear the path to seeing. There is an eternal fault line on which our hearts walk. The ground is constantly shifting and it is our perpetual endeavor to find our footing, to maintain a sort of balance. When there is so much fighting for attention in your mind, when you are aching to capture a true depth of your spirit on the page, how do you cut to the chase and get there? There. To truth and to what you really want to say even when you don't always know exactly what that is?
It happens there - the clearing - when you have put it down in ink on the page, when you have left the room and gone on to "reality", when you have figured once and for all that you are just going to be stuck here forever. You have planted a seed in your mind and watered it there with the black ink from your pen. And now you must let time bring forth a sprout. It happens while you are going about your business.
In this workshop, I will guide you through a myriad of playful and introspective exercises that will get the ink flowing freely on the pages of your journal so that you can draw out, word by word, a sort of guide to carry with you while navigation your emotional shifting ground. Both lighthearted and excavational, the questions you will learn to ask (and find your own answers for) will remain a valuable tool in being able to dance with the seismic activity that is a life lived consciously.
As a plaster-smith, paint-smith, and metal-smith, my mixed media work is most inspired by nature and its melodic effects on the human spirit with my intention being to conjure simple and organic offerings to viewers. I'm a seeker and a finder, an asker and a listener, a poet and a mute. I try my best to live consciously. I live for the biggest little things - for learning. I love green shoes and wearing them while perhaps driving a little too fast because I like the way my stomach tickles when I go over that one little hill.....



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