Category: art

the port

the woman brushed the wet sand from her dress. the pair walked on in silence

the fog

the woman walked south
along the high cliff path

dreams

i dreamed my name

i dreamed my mother

i dreamed i was a rotting log

the spider

the woman remembered
the swivel of shod hooves on the dusty road,
and running.

At last

we are drunk for the first time
in the foothills
of cadair idris
fresh out of school where for five years they called us lemons
and dykes.

“Dear Data”

Exploring and sharing the secret parts of ourselves (an ongoing project between my friend and I rooted in Emergent Strategy and Octavia Butler's Parables novels).

Untitled (Mother)

sea, ever changing, ever constant.
what do you know about mother?

you cannot know mother.

The Story of the Nether Largie Stanes

"Mooooooon!" Earth would call up into the darkness. "Gealllaaaach! Come down here and talk with me, for I long for a sister who understands me, and I feel you could be the one."

Moon stones oracle

a reminder of
constant flux, and you
a seed
a planet
an ocean
a husk
they are waymarkers on your path

Wheel of Moons

A poster to celebrate the full and new moons of the wheel of the year in 2019.

I see you, Witch

I settled down on new year's eve to make a vision board for 2018.. but this is what came out.