Stuff (from Effortless Endeavor 1/22/09)
So, what to do with all these objects? I realized whether I "throw" things away or keep them they will not leave the planet any time soon.
I'm not concerned about the "organic materials": rocks, shells, dried mushrooms, bark, sticks, leaves, feathers, etc. They can take care of themselves. (I wonder if anyone has returned shells to a beach where they would not naturally be found?)
I once found a pebble on a beach, outside Rome, with a star drawn on it, with pencil. Of course, I still have it!
It is wrapped in a piece of paper with the name of the location where I found it. And it sits in the matchbox where I have kept it for, nearly, 28 years. [Now 42 years, ‘still the same now] I remember the day that I found it: the carabinieri stopped us on our motorcycles because we were young; and being young meant you were under suspicion of being terrorists (in this time of the Red Brigade). This same day, the reigning pope had been shot.
I have tons of artwork. Books. Fabric. Beads...
I'm planning some kind of systematic give-away.
11/1/2023 Update coming on additional synchronicity attached to this stone. Synchronicity isn’t the best word for this experiencing.
Keep Every Youth Safe & Protected
Hand knit nylon cord, cloth yarn, and wire; metal hanger; formed and knit wire objects; collected/found objects; steel clips
My artwork is dedicated to all child survivors around the globe. Each stitch is infused with the healing energy of unconditioned love.
One from the archive…
And isn’t life strange and completely amazing?
Amuart
The break in the space of my heart is mended & knitted together in the greater self that is my soul eternity—forever free of the bondage of adversity and harm. Forever + ever is endless, imagine that—living without end: is not scary to me but utter freedom to be who I have always been, but was never allowed to be by the others.
The core of who I am has never been harmed, broken, shattered, destroyed, raped, assaulted, stalked, held captive, Stockholm Syndromed. And now it expands to the far outer reaches of my heart that is boundless and generative for all to see & hear.
I have always been protected—my soul has. And now I have the power to protect my body—in every cell of my being. The body is truly a temple and cannot be penetrated from the outside. An inside person, aligned with their true heart + soul, are the ones allowed to know who I am & see beyond the words.
Empty of all the trauma, that seemed to fill me up—but the illusion was that it covered me over with a dark cloak that no one could see through. See the child that has always been there—free, injoy, in unconditioned love—in a space of compassion.
AMUART, Watercolor and ink on paper, mounted on wood panel. 9x12 inches. Available.