Art Shaman; In The Woods

It always amazes me how healing creative experiences can be. Once you have processed the shame and embarrassment of scaring passers by with your blacked out face, the thrill of the moment becomes more playful. ‘Fuck It’ is our profane mantra in these moments. I’m not being bad. Just playful, irreverent, goodly dangerous to the status quo of holding and fear.


Jaguar Medicine: Power to Confront Death…

Jaguar flows through me now
with the grace of an assassin
fear yields to the touch of the brush on my face
warpaint on; I am hunting
I snake through the densely packed forest of my mind.

Got To Get My Head Back

Talk about overwhelm! Gosh! That was the most ungrounded I’ve been for ages. You know what I’m talking about… The…

Updating an older piece with a touch of oil paint…oh wow….it stinks but it sure is pretty! – at Dorchester…