Celestial Work

 I call my latest body of work, “Star People, the Sky as Witness”. (Consider this as an intergallatic introduction of sorts).

The sky has always played a powerful constant in my life and she is always watching as the universe whispers it's desires.

I was born on an airbase during Pisces Rising, an Aries Sun and a Scorpio Moon.

I come from a family of stargazers with an alien abductee mother, who is called “Starseed" by every psychic she meets and a sailor father who consults the stars with the tide as his first mate.

He drove us to Cape Canaveral when I was 11 to see the Challenger lift off.

We camped in the backyard for my sweet 16 to party with Halleys Comet.

My Art school Final critiques took place during an eclipse and my teachers said they wouldn't expect anything less.

My sister and I observed our small existence in the Grand Canyon as we star-bathed under the glorious milk way. 

My children and I get up in the middle of the night and stand in the driveway to “ooh and ahhh” over meteor showers.

My husband drove us into the path of totality for the last full solar eclipse- where the birds stopped chirping and the cicadas started singing in the confusion of the darkness that overcame us.

My daughter wants to be an astronaut/ astrophysicist . She did an internship to listen for extraterrestrial life at the largest radio telescope.

Astrology makes sense to me.

I am alerted whenever the space station flies over my house.

I put full jars of water and crystals out on my deck to be charged every full moon.

So, as I linger thru the realms of space to inter-dimensionally ponder, I share with you my star people and a little diddy that I'm playing on repeat these days.

P.S. Opening tonight at The Roswell Art Center West 6:30pm

Location: Art Center West 1355 Woodstock Rd, Roswell GA 30075

770.641.3990 | www.roswellclaycollective.com

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