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A WOMAN IS A JUNGLE | A5 Giclée print
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FABLE | sticker
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A WOMAN IS WATER | sticker
Price€4.00
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SURRENDER | open edition screenprint
Price€30.00
BLINDED BY THE SUN IV | limited edition screenprint
Price€60.00
BLINDED BY THE SUN III | limited edition screenprint
Price€60.00
BLINDED BY THE SUN II | limited edition screenprint
Price€60.00
BLINDED BY THE SUN I | limited edition screenprint
Price€60.00

a note on giving back -

We honour and respect the earth on which we are grateful to live, breathe, work, and play.
1% of my annual earnings are donated to Amazon Watch, a non- profit organisation that supports and protects the rights of indigenous peoples and the rainforests they steward.

touched by life's grace —

as the dust of summer settles
the air carries the subtle but unmistakable smell of something new.
everything hums.

my heart is full of love!

touched by life's grace —

as the dust of summer settles
the air carries the subtle but unmistakable smell of something new.
everything hums.

my heart is full of love!

so, friends, I have a confession.
I have a dream —
a humble dream, but a dream nonetheless
that has been with me since I was 18
and it’s time to bring it to life.

simply, a cafe.
a teahouse.

the offering of a space —
a big living room,
a heart for a community.

for me, a place to host,
to share a transmission I carry
that I can pour into the space.

a menu that is simple but creative,
with well sourced ingredients and love.
nothing revolutionary,
but a little different to what is out there,
and done well.

bringing my touch to the space
with handcrafted details
and a dedication to beauty
and the frequency of harmony
that invites a heart to soften.

I want a section for you to sit on zabuton on the floor along a table I make myself.
I want handmade ceramics
I want plum and ginger soda
and a pinch of cardamom in everything.

I want artists to adorn the walls and shelves
I want musicians to fill the space with their songs
I want poetry to be written and read aloud —
not a dry eye in the house.
I want friends to embrace,
lovers to meet,
for you to come alone to be held by the space
and a water bowl for your dog.

It’s bringing up some nervousness,
and I’m here —
holding these doves
that came to be released
as I trust in this vision
and in myself to carry it.

I share this dream with you —
I share myself
so perhaps we can share the journey.
I would love to feel you with me.

I'm looking to speak to people that have done something similar —
if it’s you, or you can put me in touch, I would be very grateful
as learning from those further on the path goes a long way.

And,
soon I start to raise resources.
if you, or someone you know
may be interested to invest,
I welcome a conversation around it.

I also open my books for more work —
retreats, events, gatherings, private chef work,
art prints, commissions, ceramics.
not just to support myself, but to support this dream too.

grateful if you can bear it in mind, or share with a friend, or a friend of a friend.

that’s it for now.
thank you for reading me.

with love
from the depth of my heart
🤍

photo by beautiful human
and dearest friend @sharon.avraham_

so, friends, I have a confession.
I have a dream —
a humble dream, but a dream nonetheless
that has been with me since I was 18
and it’s time to bring it to life.

simply, a cafe.
a teahouse.

the offering of a space —
a big living room,
a heart for a community.

for me, a place to host,
to share a transmission I carry
that I can pour into the space.

a menu that is simple but creative,
with well sourced ingredients and love.
nothing revolutionary,
but a little different to what is out there,
and done well.

bringing my touch to the space
with handcrafted details
and a dedication to beauty
and the frequency of harmony
that invites a heart to soften.

I want a section for you to sit on zabuton on the floor along a table I make myself.
I want handmade ceramics
I want plum and ginger soda
and a pinch of cardamom in everything.

I want artists to adorn the walls and shelves
I want musicians to fill the space with their songs
I want poetry to be written and read aloud —
not a dry eye in the house.
I want friends to embrace,
lovers to meet,
for you to come alone to be held by the space
and a water bowl for your dog.

It’s bringing up some nervousness,
and I’m here —
holding these doves
that came to be released
as I trust in this vision
and in myself to carry it.

I share this dream with you —
I share myself
so perhaps we can share the journey.
I would love to feel you with me.

I'm looking to speak to people that have done something similar —
if it’s you, or you can put me in touch, I would be very grateful
as learning from those further on the path goes a long way.

And,
soon I start to raise resources.
if you, or someone you know
may be interested to invest,
I welcome a conversation around it.

I also open my books for more work —
retreats, events, gatherings, private chef work,
art prints, commissions, ceramics.
not just to support myself, but to support this dream too.

grateful if you can bear it in mind, or share with a friend, or a friend of a friend.

that’s it for now.
thank you for reading me.

with love
from the depth of my heart
🤍

photo by beautiful human
and dearest friend @sharon.avraham_

the paradox of oneness and separation

I found this rock, or this rock found me,
and we understood each other.

the whole that divides in order to experience itself
the dance —
life making love to life.

I am you and you are me, and yet
between us is the holy ache —

separate, but one.

sometimes, in flashes, we feel it.

love is the bridge
love is the bridge
love is the bridge

𖦹 🕊️

the paradox of oneness and separation

I found this rock, or this rock found me,
and we understood each other.

the whole that divides in order to experience itself
the dance —
life making love to life.

I am you and you are me, and yet
between us is the holy ache —

separate, but one.

sometimes, in flashes, we feel it.

love is the bridge
love is the bridge
love is the bridge

𖦹 🕊️

dreams
and rock.

by listening,
I begin to understand your ancient language

and the horses —
they are always with me
gently asking to be expressed
in one way
or another

𖦹

dreams
and rock.

by listening,
I begin to understand your ancient language

and the horses —
they are always with me
gently asking to be expressed
in one way
or another

𖦹

stay soft
brave heart
held
in the arms
of a strong and supple spine

𓃦

seen with tenderness
by @dannah____

stay soft
brave heart
held
in the arms
of a strong and supple spine

𓃦

seen with tenderness
by @dannah____

counting blessings
& witnessing from my knees

infinity experiencing itself
through a creature
whose eyes I see only from the inside.

experiencing curiosity as a fire
that burns to ashes
that which stands in the way
of what is —

experiencing curiosity
as love for creation
and devotion to the unknown

curiosity
as a blessing
as the compass of my heart

𓃦 𖦹

counting blessings
& witnessing from my knees

infinity experiencing itself
through a creature
whose eyes I see only from the inside.

experiencing curiosity as a fire
that burns to ashes
that which stands in the way
of what is —

experiencing curiosity
as love for creation
and devotion to the unknown

curiosity
as a blessing
as the compass of my heart

𓃦 𖦹

slowly finding the time to share some ceramic pieces from the past months —

a collection of sacred objects for everyday use.

this, a cup —
one of twins
that carry the blessing
of an ancient cat I met in ceremony —
one facing the sun, the other the moon

more soon
x

𓃮𖦹

slowly finding the time to share some ceramic pieces from the past months —

a collection of sacred objects for everyday use.

this, a cup —
one of twins
that carry the blessing
of an ancient cat I met in ceremony —
one facing the sun, the other the moon

more soon
x

𓃮𖦹

when in doubt,
trust.

bow to life —

a prayer,
the roses,
and a foal's teeth
scattered on the earth.

𖦹

when in doubt,
trust.

bow to life —

a prayer,
the roses,
and a foal's teeth
scattered on the earth.

𖦹

It's always been deeply precious to me
to be surrounded by creative people.

creativity is an impulse, and —
honing a craft takes time
patience
discipline
and endless hours in a never-ending hall of mirrors.

I am touched by those
who choose to meet themselves in the darkness
over an over
when nobody is watching
to sharpen their tools

driven by something deeper than logic
to bring us their expression —
to reflect us back to ourselves
through their gifts.

sensitivity meeting skill.

I see you
I love you
I learn from you
I am you.

captured by one of those bright hearts —
you inspire me
thank you for your gift
@dannah____
🤍

It's always been deeply precious to me
to be surrounded by creative people.

creativity is an impulse, and —
honing a craft takes time
patience
discipline
and endless hours in a never-ending hall of mirrors.

I am touched by those
who choose to meet themselves in the darkness
over an over
when nobody is watching
to sharpen their tools

driven by something deeper than logic
to bring us their expression —
to reflect us back to ourselves
through their gifts.

sensitivity meeting skill.

I see you
I love you
I learn from you
I am you.

captured by one of those bright hearts —
you inspire me
thank you for your gift
@dannah____
🤍

A few moons ago,
I had the privilege of being witnessed by beautiful being @ganeshaisis
who is collecting stories of women's blood.

A long time ago,
I chose a path
of questioning the values that have been handed down to me. Choosing what to keep, and what to discard.

Raised by a society that treats women's cycles as a source of shame,
reconnecting with mine was one of the early ways I learnt to discover my own truth —
I chose to see my body
(and so myself)
with kinder eyes than those that had been given to me.

curiosity and softness can go a long way.

there's so much I can say on it,
but simply put
each month in this body is a gift
in which everything can be experienced.

each month, a moment to pause,
listen,
connect —
and give back to the earth what is already hers.

Blessed are women's bodies
Blessed are their stories
And blessed are friends whose presence is an invitation to create
🪶

A few moons ago,
I had the privilege of being witnessed by beautiful being @ganeshaisis
who is collecting stories of women's blood.

A long time ago,
I chose a path
of questioning the values that have been handed down to me. Choosing what to keep, and what to discard.

Raised by a society that treats women's cycles as a source of shame,
reconnecting with mine was one of the early ways I learnt to discover my own truth —
I chose to see my body
(and so myself)
with kinder eyes than those that had been given to me.

curiosity and softness can go a long way.

there's so much I can say on it,
but simply put
each month in this body is a gift
in which everything can be experienced.

each month, a moment to pause,
listen,
connect —
and give back to the earth what is already hers.

Blessed are women's bodies
Blessed are their stories
And blessed are friends whose presence is an invitation to create
🪶

to create
is to express from the heart
something purer than words.

to create
is to give form to love

is to glide with the divine —

is the greatest blessing.

𖦹

to create
is to express from the heart
something purer than words.

to create
is to give form to love

is to glide with the divine —

is the greatest blessing.

𖦹

there is a place beyond words
where time is both still and infinite.

at home in the noble silence of the red rocks
is an ancient creature
that is both you and your mother —

come roam with me in the tall grass
and I will show you the shapes your love has taken
over thousands of years —

I will show you gazelles locking horns
and the longing of the sea for the sky.

there is a place beyond words
that is the origin of all songs –

the whole of creation in an eyelash
laughing,
held by the body of a woman.

amor sin fin
𖦹 𓃮

there is a place beyond words
where time is both still and infinite.

at home in the noble silence of the red rocks
is an ancient creature
that is both you and your mother —

come roam with me in the tall grass
and I will show you the shapes your love has taken
over thousands of years —

I will show you gazelles locking horns
and the longing of the sea for the sky.

there is a place beyond words
that is the origin of all songs –

the whole of creation in an eyelash
laughing,
held by the body of a woman.

amor sin fin
𖦹 𓃮

first light
is my favourite time of day

the silence —

and how even after the darkest night,
at the coldest moment
the sun's light spills over the horizon
and the earth exhales in pastel shades.

it's not in big flashes,
but in small everyday miracles that divinity reveals itself.

the soft grace of waking at dawn
half in a dream
and remembering —
that the human heart
can grow large enough
to hold it all.
𖦹

first light
is my favourite time of day

the silence —

and how even after the darkest night,
at the coldest moment
the sun's light spills over the horizon
and the earth exhales in pastel shades.

it's not in big flashes,
but in small everyday miracles that divinity reveals itself.

the soft grace of waking at dawn
half in a dream
and remembering —
that the human heart
can grow large enough
to hold it all.
𖦹

after a day of focusing on the earth,
I looked up
and received a blessing —

one of those moments
where everything is aligned.
separation dissolves.

the sky turned orange
and heaven, winking,
revealed that it was here the whole time

𖦹

music that melts the heart @shai.peri

after a day of focusing on the earth,
I looked up
and received a blessing —

one of those moments
where everything is aligned.
separation dissolves.

the sky turned orange
and heaven, winking,
revealed that it was here the whole time

𖦹

music that melts the heart @shai.peri

my hair is a home for baby birds
and as long as my heart is open I am free

my hair is a home for baby birds
and as long as my heart is open I am free

hands holding —

a seed as precious as a heart
a stone as soft as the skin of a lover

the movement of cup carrying warm milk to sleepy lips
the precision of a paintbrush.

touch as a love letter,
hands as the messenger

the heart full of unnamed songs,
hands as their voice

thanking them
today
✹

hands holding —

a seed as precious as a heart
a stone as soft as the skin of a lover

the movement of cup carrying warm milk to sleepy lips
the precision of a paintbrush.

touch as a love letter,
hands as the messenger

the heart full of unnamed songs,
hands as their voice

thanking them
today
✹

On the longest night of the year,
there are more questions than answers.
More emptiness than form.
The sacred pause —

I’m in a moment in which I'm humbled by how little I know of what's next on my path.

and
what I do know —
I am guided
I am protected
I am held in the palm of life.

I trust the whispers in my heart.

what I do know
is that in the hearts of friends I see my own heart reflected.
to find resonance
to be witnessed
to give and receive the gift of love
is to touch the essence of being

and that feels like more than enough.

All I can offer is my presence.

On the longest night of the year,
the invitation is not to search for a lantern,
but to become it.

isn't it the sweetest feeling,
to soften —
and surrender
to your own unfolding?

On the longest night of the year,
there are more questions than answers.
More emptiness than form.
The sacred pause —

I’m in a moment in which I'm humbled by how little I know of what's next on my path.

and
what I do know —
I am guided
I am protected
I am held in the palm of life.

I trust the whispers in my heart.

what I do know
is that in the hearts of friends I see my own heart reflected.
to find resonance
to be witnessed
to give and receive the gift of love
is to touch the essence of being

and that feels like more than enough.

All I can offer is my presence.

On the longest night of the year,
the invitation is not to search for a lantern,
but to become it.

isn't it the sweetest feeling,
to soften —
and surrender
to your own unfolding?

sunny autumn days. remembering that we're here to hold each other’s hands. remembering that it’s easy to forget, and to ask for reminders. remembering to forgive – self and others. remembering that reading poetry is deep soul nourishment. remembering play, and remembering fire. remembering the sweetness of being able to choose what you see reflected in the mirror of life
in each
and every moment.

prints in shop. link in bio x

sunny autumn days. remembering that we're here to hold each other’s hands. remembering that it’s easy to forget, and to ask for reminders. remembering to forgive – self and others. remembering that reading poetry is deep soul nourishment. remembering play, and remembering fire. remembering the sweetness of being able to choose what you see reflected in the mirror of life
in each
and every moment.

prints in shop. link in bio x

softly —
𖦹

softly —
𖦹

I try to find something in words,
but actually
it’s just
a gift–
a movement of the heart

𖦹

I try to find something in words,
but actually
it’s just
a gift–
a movement of the heart

𖦹

The miracle —
is not something that has happened, but that which is happening now.

The miracle is that every day the sun rises.

The miracle is anyone who chooses to love
even while unspeakable violence rages like a wildfire.

The miracle is an open heart.

The miracle is contained in each breath —each raindrop —each blade of grass.

The miracle is —
being
here.

📷 @eyeofeska

The miracle —
is not something that has happened, but that which is happening now.

The miracle is that every day the sun rises.

The miracle is anyone who chooses to love
even while unspeakable violence rages like a wildfire.

The miracle is an open heart.

The miracle is contained in each breath —each raindrop —each blade of grass.

The miracle is —
being
here.

📷 @eyeofeska

looking closer
at infinity –
𖦹

looking closer
at infinity –
𖦹

love is --
the song of birds
in a forest after rain
and the warmth of the sun on bare skin

love is the juice of a fruit
dripping down your chin
and the knowing smile of a fig tree

love is presence (presence is love)
love is miracles
love is all that remains when everything else melts

꩜

love is --
the song of birds
in a forest after rain
and the warmth of the sun on bare skin

love is the juice of a fruit
dripping down your chin
and the knowing smile of a fig tree

love is presence (presence is love)
love is miracles
love is all that remains when everything else melts

꩜

It comes naturally to me to focus on details - it's one of my superpowers, and as such can also be frustrating. I can immediately see (and try to fix) the exact element that throws something off balance -- sometimes that takes me away from the beauty of the whole, mainly in relation to my own work and projects. Being around and working with people who can lovingly zoom me back out helps me greatly, and in return I can focus on the fiddliest thing for hours. You should have seen me wiring the kitchen.

@eyeofeska was invited to build the effigy for this year's Somewhere, and invited me to join him and @sethcampanella on the last day of build to sprinkle some magic. I collected leaves, flowers, and seeds from the land, and in between those piles and contemplation of the emergent sculpture, my details revealed themselves, knowing the Big Stuff was taken care of. Teamwork at its best - flowy, easy, and playing to the strengths of each. I love you @eyeofeska

📷 @wearefree_studio

It comes naturally to me to focus on details - it's one of my superpowers, and as such can also be frustrating. I can immediately see (and try to fix) the exact element that throws something off balance -- sometimes that takes me away from the beauty of the whole, mainly in relation to my own work and projects. Being around and working with people who can lovingly zoom me back out helps me greatly, and in return I can focus on the fiddliest thing for hours. You should have seen me wiring the kitchen.

@eyeofeska was invited to build the effigy for this year's Somewhere, and invited me to join him and @sethcampanella on the last day of build to sprinkle some magic. I collected leaves, flowers, and seeds from the land, and in between those piles and contemplation of the emergent sculpture, my details revealed themselves, knowing the Big Stuff was taken care of. Teamwork at its best - flowy, easy, and playing to the strengths of each. I love you @eyeofeska

📷 @wearefree_studio

I am spending these hot summer days meditating on this amate paper I brought back from mexico -- as I feel myself emptying... emptying. Gently shedding what I thought I knew, making space for what wants to be.

Looking down at the piece of paper in front of me, starting the only way I know how-- what can I see clearly in my minds eye? And what next? And what next?

I am spending these hot summer days meditating on this amate paper I brought back from mexico -- as I feel myself emptying... emptying. Gently shedding what I thought I knew, making space for what wants to be.

Looking down at the piece of paper in front of me, starting the only way I know how-- what can I see clearly in my minds eye? And what next? And what next?

my temple these days --
it's so sweet to have a nest to return to.
to be able to sit here, each day, to meet myself
and my hands
to ask - what wants to be expressed today?

the trees and the stream shelter us from the raw heat of the summer sun
and days pass slowly,
outside of time

my temple these days --
it's so sweet to have a nest to return to.
to be able to sit here, each day, to meet myself
and my hands
to ask - what wants to be expressed today?

the trees and the stream shelter us from the raw heat of the summer sun
and days pass slowly,
outside of time

spending time with water -- studies in blue 🌀

Turquoise feels exciting and inviting. Being in the presence of large bodies of warm blues is a soft blanket for the soul. The bright dry blue of the Iberian summer sky reminds me of all the other moments that I've looked up and contemplated that fierce hue. I feel held by how long we have known each other now.

Blue cradled by the mountains is gentler than the untamed blue of the Atlantic. The Mediterranean and her olive trees lovingly hold us on her palm. She is inviting and endlessly kind. Looking at blue eyes at sunset with orange lights hanging behind the hammock, I see how orange makes blue bluer -- in looking between them, I am lost in the sea

spending time with water -- studies in blue 🌀

Turquoise feels exciting and inviting. Being in the presence of large bodies of warm blues is a soft blanket for the soul. The bright dry blue of the Iberian summer sky reminds me of all the other moments that I've looked up and contemplated that fierce hue. I feel held by how long we have known each other now.

Blue cradled by the mountains is gentler than the untamed blue of the Atlantic. The Mediterranean and her olive trees lovingly hold us on her palm. She is inviting and endlessly kind. Looking at blue eyes at sunset with orange lights hanging behind the hammock, I see how orange makes blue bluer -- in looking between them, I am lost in the sea

Getting fiddly for @eyeofeska

watching what emerges from the land when we let foraged materials speak -- play and creation as one -- a feeling of being held ꩜

Getting fiddly for @eyeofeska

watching what emerges from the land when we let foraged materials speak -- play and creation as one -- a feeling of being held ꩜

Summer solstice! Do something you love! Eat a plum from the tree!

The sun’s love is offered to all beings,
unconditionally.
The same force that draws seed to sky
beckons your creativity, your play, your fire.

In remembering the eternal cycles that we call the rhythm of life-
In the meeting of ebb and flow -
an invitation to noticing your unfurling

an invitation to move fiercely towards all that is love -
to shine a light all that is not,
and watch it dissolve like morning dew
into the warm summer sky

(remember: drink water, take naps, eat flowers)

Summer solstice! Do something you love! Eat a plum from the tree!

The sun’s love is offered to all beings,
unconditionally.
The same force that draws seed to sky
beckons your creativity, your play, your fire.

In remembering the eternal cycles that we call the rhythm of life-
In the meeting of ebb and flow -
an invitation to noticing your unfurling

an invitation to move fiercely towards all that is love -
to shine a light all that is not,
and watch it dissolve like morning dew
into the warm summer sky

(remember: drink water, take naps, eat flowers)

portals from a recent road trip --

mainly I noticed the flowers,
the sweetness of the beings I call friends,
and the invisible lines between us
꩜

portals from a recent road trip --

mainly I noticed the flowers,
the sweetness of the beings I call friends,
and the invisible lines between us
꩜

Realising that I never shared this here. A meditation on the cycles that define the spirals of time -- summer follows winter, night follows day, and life follows death. (winter follows summer, day follows night, death follows life). The moon dances with us, only the sun is unwavering.

Perhaps living in a round home makes me think in circles.

SOL -- ancient creatures cut from lino and hand printed onto organic cotton.

Created by the generous support of @muti.collective, and exhibited in the Estufa Fria in Lisbon as part of Chroma Flora last year. Obrigada Tabea and team 🧡

📷 the unwavering @eyeofeska

Realising that I never shared this here. A meditation on the cycles that define the spirals of time -- summer follows winter, night follows day, and life follows death. (winter follows summer, day follows night, death follows life). The moon dances with us, only the sun is unwavering.

Perhaps living in a round home makes me think in circles.

SOL -- ancient creatures cut from lino and hand printed onto organic cotton.

Created by the generous support of @muti.collective, and exhibited in the Estufa Fria in Lisbon as part of Chroma Flora last year. Obrigada Tabea and team 🧡

📷 the unwavering @eyeofeska

Clearing blackberries to make garden beds, I thank each one before getting as deep as I can to pull the roots from the soil. They are hard to remove- they spread quickly and grow back vigorously from the root unless pulled.

In balance, bramble thickets are biodiverse places that play a key role in woodland succession as a nursery for saplings -- young trees and small animals use the spiky mass as shelter from predators.

Out of balance, they take over -- pulling down trees, tearing leaves, and shading out everyone beneath them, including the young trees they otherwise protect.

so I look to the spikiness I carry myself —
protecting young parts
vulnerable parts -
providing refuge for tender parts to grow.

If I don’t cut back, and sometimes pull the brambles out,
I hide in a tower of thorns
and what is not sharp can’t know the warmth and light of day.

giving thanks for the act of lovingly despiking -- tending to inner and outer landscapes.

📷 @eyeofeska on an afternoon where we beat the storm to play with @newton_eviee

Clearing blackberries to make garden beds, I thank each one before getting as deep as I can to pull the roots from the soil. They are hard to remove- they spread quickly and grow back vigorously from the root unless pulled.

In balance, bramble thickets are biodiverse places that play a key role in woodland succession as a nursery for saplings -- young trees and small animals use the spiky mass as shelter from predators.

Out of balance, they take over -- pulling down trees, tearing leaves, and shading out everyone beneath them, including the young trees they otherwise protect.

so I look to the spikiness I carry myself —
protecting young parts
vulnerable parts -
providing refuge for tender parts to grow.

If I don’t cut back, and sometimes pull the brambles out,
I hide in a tower of thorns
and what is not sharp can’t know the warmth and light of day.

giving thanks for the act of lovingly despiking -- tending to inner and outer landscapes.

📷 @eyeofeska on an afternoon where we beat the storm to play with @newton_eviee

• rituals •
--
marking time
making space

creating meaning
through repetition

• rituals •
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marking time
making space

creating meaning
through repetition

often, I feel self aware in social situations.
I procrastinate around doing things on screens,
and fidget during movies.

but when I'm working with my hands--
I glide at the frequency of presence and curiosity, and become one with what I'm doing. My hands start to lead, mind in a supporting role. Time simultaneously flies and ceases to exist.

I enjoy following the thread of what brings me into that place of sweet silent focus. Some tasks quickly absorb me, others- even things I think I'd like, or things I'd like to like- require repeated effort to draw my attention back.

with no effort -- energy flows
following the path of least resistance.

-- thoughts drifting between my ears while darning a friend's jumper on the deck. Picture from a morning spent printing lino until my brain became fuzzy at casa @victoriashkel

often, I feel self aware in social situations.
I procrastinate around doing things on screens,
and fidget during movies.

but when I'm working with my hands--
I glide at the frequency of presence and curiosity, and become one with what I'm doing. My hands start to lead, mind in a supporting role. Time simultaneously flies and ceases to exist.

I enjoy following the thread of what brings me into that place of sweet silent focus. Some tasks quickly absorb me, others- even things I think I'd like, or things I'd like to like- require repeated effort to draw my attention back.

with no effort -- energy flows
following the path of least resistance.

-- thoughts drifting between my ears while darning a friend's jumper on the deck. Picture from a morning spent printing lino until my brain became fuzzy at casa @victoriashkel

did we not arrive,
each one of us here,
every breath taken on the earth,
through the body of a woman?

prints available. Link in bio

did we not arrive,
each one of us here,
every breath taken on the earth,
through the body of a woman?

prints available. Link in bio

even the world is aching --
encounters with gratitude in small moments
and in working with hands

wishing for peace
wishing for love to prevail
wishing for that which is broken to die
to make space for the birth of the new

even the world is aching --
encounters with gratitude in small moments
and in working with hands

wishing for peace
wishing for love to prevail
wishing for that which is broken to die
to make space for the birth of the new

Mexico magic -- colours and smells -- textures and tastes and music wafting through the air on a hot afternoon -- maiz y cacao -- sueño y realidad -- corazón antiguo latiendo por los valles 🌵🌼

Mexico magic -- colours and smells -- textures and tastes and music wafting through the air on a hot afternoon -- maiz y cacao -- sueño y realidad -- corazón antiguo latiendo por los valles 🌵🌼

Tlatilco and Olmec figurines from the preclassical period (~1250bc - 200) Guerrero, Colima, Veracruz, Valle de México.

These little figurines seen in various museums have been one of the small highlights of the trip. Something inside me stirs looking at their thousands of years old faces lit with emotions I recognise as my own — our own. They speak to me of wisdom-innocence — intuition — fertility — groundedness — of wonder — a trance — of love. It is both an astounding miracle and deeply obvious at once.

Noticing the ability of human creativity to move information beyond words in a way that collapses thousands of years into one instant. Noticing the threads of human essence that remain unscathed by the movement of time —noticing love —noticing the distance between us shrink.

Tlatilco and Olmec figurines from the preclassical period (~1250bc - 200) Guerrero, Colima, Veracruz, Valle de México.

These little figurines seen in various museums have been one of the small highlights of the trip. Something inside me stirs looking at their thousands of years old faces lit with emotions I recognise as my own — our own. They speak to me of wisdom-innocence — intuition — fertility — groundedness — of wonder — a trance — of love. It is both an astounding miracle and deeply obvious at once.

Noticing the ability of human creativity to move information beyond words in a way that collapses thousands of years into one instant. Noticing the threads of human essence that remain unscathed by the movement of time —noticing love —noticing the distance between us shrink.

I think back to when I was studying history at university, when I used to wonder what day to day life was like for people living through periods of intense violence and upheaval.

I pray that the fire of grief will forge us into a people deeper in their integrity, with wider hearts and firmer hands..

Holding this world tightly in my heart, I imagine a world in which those in power are connected to their hearts, and those who are connected to their hearts are in power.
I imagine a world in which what connects us is more obvious to us than what divides us - in which our shared humanity carries more weight than the differences in its manifestation.
In which the pain we each hold isn’t turned against others, because our hearts know that our differences don’t threaten each other.
I imagine a world in which love guides our every movement
In which love guides my every movement.

I pray for us to break the cycle of violence
within and without.

I think back to when I was studying history at university, when I used to wonder what day to day life was like for people living through periods of intense violence and upheaval.

I pray that the fire of grief will forge us into a people deeper in their integrity, with wider hearts and firmer hands..

Holding this world tightly in my heart, I imagine a world in which those in power are connected to their hearts, and those who are connected to their hearts are in power.
I imagine a world in which what connects us is more obvious to us than what divides us - in which our shared humanity carries more weight than the differences in its manifestation.
In which the pain we each hold isn’t turned against others, because our hearts know that our differences don’t threaten each other.
I imagine a world in which love guides our every movement
In which love guides my every movement.

I pray for us to break the cycle of violence
within and without.

food recentli 🫐🥬🧡

much love to the earth
much thanks for the rain
much gratitude for the sun's warm rays
🌞

(beautiful pumpkin pics by @eyeofeska)

food recentli 🫐🥬🧡

much love to the earth
much thanks for the rain
much gratitude for the sun's warm rays
🌞

(beautiful pumpkin pics by @eyeofeska)

Well, we had some 40°C days this week - even this cold fearing creature had to admit that time submerged in the creek that runs along the bottom of the land is time well spent. the creek that waters the garden and us too - that holds the salamanders and frogs and damselflies through arid summer days -- that keeps us all alive here, and lulls us to sleep every night with the gentle sound of water on water-- emerging from the mountains not too far from us, she's fresh and cool even when the world outside melts.

The cold creates such presence that time slows down until the opening and closing of a damselflies wings stretches into an eternity - a psychedelic instant in which canopies come into sharp focus and join hands in a protective embrace.

It's hard to know whether the currents running through my skin come from the cold, or from the rush of doing something I have stories about myself Not Doing. For one moment, or maybe two, I'm immune to the blazing sun

💧

Well, we had some 40°C days this week - even this cold fearing creature had to admit that time submerged in the creek that runs along the bottom of the land is time well spent. the creek that waters the garden and us too - that holds the salamanders and frogs and damselflies through arid summer days -- that keeps us all alive here, and lulls us to sleep every night with the gentle sound of water on water-- emerging from the mountains not too far from us, she's fresh and cool even when the world outside melts.

The cold creates such presence that time slows down until the opening and closing of a damselflies wings stretches into an eternity - a psychedelic instant in which canopies come into sharp focus and join hands in a protective embrace.

It's hard to know whether the currents running through my skin come from the cold, or from the rush of doing something I have stories about myself Not Doing. For one moment, or maybe two, I'm immune to the blazing sun

💧

a reminder to
s l o w d o w n

painted cotton curtain
-
꩜

📸 @eyeofescott

a reminder to
s l o w d o w n

painted cotton curtain
-
꩜

📸 @eyeofescott

Nimbu is a teenager now, spending longer on his roams around the mountains and wriggling out of cuddles much more than he used to, although he still likes being around humans and follows us around the land as we work on the garden.

When it rains, he becomes very sweet and affectionate, lying with his head on my leg as I paint and the water droplets patter on the yurt roof. He stretches and rearranges himself a few times, and butts his head on mine. Sometimes, he just wants attention, and puts himself on whatever I'm doing.

I relate to this behaviour, and it makes me laugh.

It leads me to reflect on how we express ourselves -- how we've been conditioned to repress our instincts instead of expressing.
fear of judgment.

We seem not to judge animals like that— we say, cats will be cats, dogs will be dogs. And it's so much easier than expecting a cat to be a dog.

so, the invitation — how can I better extend this generosity to others? How does the world open up and lighten when I allow everything to just
be?

Nimbu is a teenager now, spending longer on his roams around the mountains and wriggling out of cuddles much more than he used to, although he still likes being around humans and follows us around the land as we work on the garden.

When it rains, he becomes very sweet and affectionate, lying with his head on my leg as I paint and the water droplets patter on the yurt roof. He stretches and rearranges himself a few times, and butts his head on mine. Sometimes, he just wants attention, and puts himself on whatever I'm doing.

I relate to this behaviour, and it makes me laugh.

It leads me to reflect on how we express ourselves -- how we've been conditioned to repress our instincts instead of expressing.
fear of judgment.

We seem not to judge animals like that— we say, cats will be cats, dogs will be dogs. And it's so much easier than expecting a cat to be a dog.

so, the invitation — how can I better extend this generosity to others? How does the world open up and lighten when I allow everything to just
be?

recent moments.. spring is everywhere 🌸🫐🫛🌞🦗🥬

flow, friends, and lots of photosynthesis 🌼

recent moments.. spring is everywhere 🌸🫐🫛🌞🦗🥬

flow, friends, and lots of photosynthesis 🌼

home —
warm humans
warm めーたん
warm food
warm heart

🐐🌸🗻🎌

home —
warm humans
warm めーたん
warm food
warm heart

🐐🌸🗻🎌

This post was originally meant to announce the last day of part III of 'Dwellers', but we were visited by so many lovely humans today that I never quite found the time 🌚 So instead a thank you post from the bottom of my heart to everyone that came, supported, created and made the past weeks what they were 🌅⁣
⁣
It's been a beautiful exhibition and experience, meeting so many wonderful people and receiving so much genuine interest and curiosity around my work and the way I live. I love calling the forest home, and I love coming to play in the city too, connecting with people, exchanging ideas, and cross-pollinating perspectives. My heart is deeply warmed and I am full of energy to get back to creating and working on the land 🧡🌱🐛
⁣
Arigato @rikoshurimonma for your unmatchable energy and passion, and arigato @yama.da.yuki @naomi_kobayashi @robin.rastenberger @eyeofescott @remyland828 @rikomei @ryusei27_27 ⁣for making it happen and for being the sweet souls that you are 🌸
⁣
このポストは展示会Dwellersの最終日をアナウンスする為のものだったんですがあっという間に一日過ぎちゃって来てくれてありがとうポストになっちゃいました🌻

遊びに来てくれた方皆心の底からありがとうございました!森にすんでるのが幸せですがこうやって都会に来て作品を見ていただいて会話するのも大好き✨色々な人と色々な興味深い話ができて、すごい満足です⁣!
⁣
次回までよろしくお願いします!🧡🧡⁣
⁣
⁣
@theartxcollective @rvcastore_shibuya @rvcajapan

This post was originally meant to announce the last day of part III of 'Dwellers', but we were visited by so many lovely humans today that I never quite found the time 🌚 So instead a thank you post from the bottom of my heart to everyone that came, supported, created and made the past weeks what they were 🌅⁣
⁣
It's been a beautiful exhibition and experience, meeting so many wonderful people and receiving so much genuine interest and curiosity around my work and the way I live. I love calling the forest home, and I love coming to play in the city too, connecting with people, exchanging ideas, and cross-pollinating perspectives. My heart is deeply warmed and I am full of energy to get back to creating and working on the land 🧡🌱🐛
⁣
Arigato @rikoshurimonma for your unmatchable energy and passion, and arigato @yama.da.yuki @naomi_kobayashi @robin.rastenberger @eyeofescott @remyland828 @rikomei @ryusei27_27 ⁣for making it happen and for being the sweet souls that you are 🌸
⁣
このポストは展示会Dwellersの最終日をアナウンスする為のものだったんですがあっという間に一日過ぎちゃって来てくれてありがとうポストになっちゃいました🌻

遊びに来てくれた方皆心の底からありがとうございました!森にすんでるのが幸せですがこうやって都会に来て作品を見ていただいて会話するのも大好き✨色々な人と色々な興味深い話ができて、すごい満足です⁣!
⁣
次回までよろしくお願いします!🧡🧡⁣
⁣
⁣
@theartxcollective @rvcastore_shibuya @rvcajapan

'Dwellers' at RVCA Shibuya will be opening in just a few days 🌞🌱⁣
The exhibition series explores the relationship between humans and nature through different artists' practices and ways of living. For my part, I aim to bridge a little the seen and unseen, to create a sacred space of reminder that magic is everywhere around us 🌻🦌⁣
⁣
I feel blessed to be part of an exhibition that's so aligned with the way I move though the world, in the city I was born and spent much of my chilhood in, sharing walls with @eyeofescott who has put together such a beautiful display. Mega thank you to wonder human @rikoshurimonma and team @theartxcollective for all the love and work you've put in to make it happen, and @karellamara for your support 🧡 お疲れ様~⁣
⁣
see you there!⁣ 20% of all sales will be going to help restore our coral reefs via @globalcoralition.
よろしくお願いします🌸⁣
⁣
@rvcajapan
@rvcastore_shibuya

'Dwellers' at RVCA Shibuya will be opening in just a few days 🌞🌱⁣
The exhibition series explores the relationship between humans and nature through different artists' practices and ways of living. For my part, I aim to bridge a little the seen and unseen, to create a sacred space of reminder that magic is everywhere around us 🌻🦌⁣
⁣
I feel blessed to be part of an exhibition that's so aligned with the way I move though the world, in the city I was born and spent much of my chilhood in, sharing walls with @eyeofescott who has put together such a beautiful display. Mega thank you to wonder human @rikoshurimonma and team @theartxcollective for all the love and work you've put in to make it happen, and @karellamara for your support 🧡 お疲れ様~⁣
⁣
see you there!⁣ 20% of all sales will be going to help restore our coral reefs via @globalcoralition.
よろしくお願いします🌸⁣
⁣
@rvcajapan
@rvcastore_shibuya

A very special commission by @mjazzyjaz , exquisitely tattooed by @chloejanetattoos . A beautiful process from start to finish. Thank you for bringing this vision to life and giving it a home on your skin, I am grateful and honoured 🌿⁣
⁣
I loved working on this and would love to design more tattoos 🦋 Do you have a vision? Let's co-create- DM me or drop me a line at ky.shapiro@gmail.com ✨

A very special commission by @mjazzyjaz , exquisitely tattooed by @chloejanetattoos . A beautiful process from start to finish. Thank you for bringing this vision to life and giving it a home on your skin, I am grateful and honoured 🌿⁣
⁣
I loved working on this and would love to design more tattoos 🦋 Do you have a vision? Let's co-create- DM me or drop me a line at ky.shapiro@gmail.com ✨

fable ⁣ •⁣⁣
pigment on hand pressed paper⁣⁣⁣
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fable ⁣ •⁣⁣
pigment on hand pressed paper⁣⁣⁣
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