womanness is a sequential visual poem documenting experiences of female body, spirit and personhood.




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mid-winter, searching for new archetypes







CHAPTER 6: AT REST

We all ravage our own wilderness unfeelingly. Is it enough to divest from this belief structure on my own? I’d like to think so but what of the established tide of the world that still beats against the shore of my beingness in the rhythmic wave of more, more, more

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16 FEB 2021
moonside
ocean drives
tarot as form
trying to find the words





CHAPTER 5: SHADOWPLAY

The instant my body split open again out poured all the darkness in equal measure to the light. Topside sight creates secret underworlds just as vast and fertile and complex. Leaves in my hair again. I find them later as I’m trying to wash a strange taste from my mouth. So many beings are alive within me simultaneously.

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9 FEB 2021

slide film
neon pink lights
new watercolors
wrapped in blankets




CHAPTER 4: SOFT TERRORS

What is the dance between reclaiming the self and allowing it to be consumed? “There is a powerful saying: Elle habla por en medio en las piernas, ‘She speaks from between her legs.’”3 I drove my soul a hundred miles into dry earth just to sit beneath the planets as they recrossed the signature of my birth.

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2 FEB 2021

the femme-enfant
her mother’s camera
tattoos on his hands
The Rolling Thunder Logbook





CHAPTER 3: DUALITY AND DREAMSPACE

A fluid domain. Anti-narrative. Flow and overflow, overflow and retreat. “Wherever there is abundance, it seems, it will be accompanied by the forces of ecstatic devouring.”4 I wrote: the soul in love and in question, and it remains in my mind unceasingly, an incomplete yet unbroken intention.

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26 JAN 2021

new ghosts
everyday mysticism
potting soil
Jung’s dreamwork





CHAPTER 2: QUEEN OF THE NIGHT

The safety of the known, the seen, the illusion of the visible world. To turn from the night was to turn too from cycles, waxing/waning, polarity, opposition, surrender, seduction. I couldn’t stand at the jaws of nightfall and let it consume me because I couldn’t yet recognize within that nothingness the intimate face of creation.

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19 JAN 2021

electric energy
underworlds
topside magic
the living metaphors of home





CHAPTER 1: TRANCE-MISSION

Long hair, blood drips, empty beds, dark skies, the written word, the spoken word, birdsong, my song, plants sprouting new roots, new growth, my body in prayer, in motion, in meditation, in devotion, in depravity, in desire, breath, blues, technology, dirt, his gasp of pleasure, the light through my camera.

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12 JAN 2021

winter bodies
pink skies
female privacy as magic
solitude as strange power