If I didn't challenge the hermit in me to follow a star once in awhile, I'm afraid I would be swallowed whole by a moss somewhere and I would probably love it. I would sprout roots into soil that is simultaneously our womb and our tomb. I would once again reach into a space closer to my inner hearths fire. However, I also yearn to turn a new shell over and find new discoveries. I want to taste fresh dew, walk through unknown doors and move through spaces I have not yet been before or maybe just not in a very long time.

Part of my expression draws from what I experience to be behind the elusive folds of our material world. Here, I'm both human and being. Here, I'm staring into a vast landscape of mirroring waters and deep glittering blackness.

Here, The Vulva serves as a guardian to a more mysterious and primordial source of energy.