Symbiocene Epoch Shaman
Post-collapse traveling storyteller visits villages along the Jones Falls trading memories and dreams. The bottles are mnemonic devices containing sticks wrapped in color-coded strings. (Charles Cohen video)
Looking, listening, letting Earth teach and inspire me. The overlooked pockets of urban wilderness are my territory. Edges and fringes. The between worlds.
It feels post-apocalyptic, as industrial era machine parts rust away to join with mushrooms and bones.
Earth's resilience is lush there. I collect downed wood and treasures out of the streams for my sculptures.
My workshop is a sacred space of meditation, creation, and celebration. Tools range from chain saws, to chisels, to tiny paint brushes. My collection of juju from my journeys is organized like a language of symbols and metaphors. Alchemy. Poetry. Sorcery. A rusty shovel is easily combined with a glass chandelier globe, a tree root, and a map of bird migration here...
Art is not a commodity, it is an experience. A revelation. A way to be reminded of our common humanity and our connection to powerful natural forces. I share my artwork to inspire other human earthlings to slow down and reconnect with each other and the living breathing planet that is our home. I also guide others who want to spend time outdoors drawing, painting, sculpting, and reconnecting...
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