Moon to Celebrate Harvest

The Harvest Moon is synonymous with the rising mystery of autumn. This rendition is created with stone, rust, earth pigments, Smoky Hill river silt, paint and prairie sage ash with reclaimed wood frame. SOLD to a beautiful family. […]

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All Hallow’s Moon

The veil between the seen and unseen is said to be thin on All Hallow’s Eve, and what lies beyond is sensed. This moon represents the portal to the ethereal place between light and dark. Although the days are growing shorter since the autumn equinox, the descent toward the season of dark and contemplation accelerates […]

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Moon of Thresholds

Life must have balance of light and dark. This moon was begun at the descent into the quiet season at the end of October and finished at the bright apex of the Summer Solstice, times when the veil is thin and thresholds arise. Made with paint and the energetics of rainwater, wild gum weed, prairie […]

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Tornado Winds

Tornados are rather rare and I only made one this season. Created with stone, snow water, rust, burnt Indian grass and cedar ash, wind and paint. Sold to an amazing collector. […]

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Elder Moon

The Elder Moon is my interpretation of the wisdom of midwinter, full of ancient lessons for us. Made with grounding stone, grain, paint, prairie plant ash, winter ice and rust. It has symbols carved with limestone, iron and snow goose feathers and created at the time of the January full moon. A piece to remind […]

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Greening Fields

And as we approach the Old World start of the agricultural year, St Bridget’s day (Feb 1-2), there is sense of welcoming on the land. My rendition of a snow covered field greening in the east is made of stone texture, paint, rust, and Smoky Hill river silt. What I love about creating this piece […]

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Murmuration of Blackbirds

Murmurations are mystery incarnate to me. Forming to swoop over prairie fields picking at fallen grain, their structure and form mesmerizes. I’ll stop what I’m doing to watch. It draws me in fully. Frenetic thoughts and worries vanish, instead I am there, fully present. And maybe, that’s their gift. […]

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Plains Tornado

Like most people who live in tornado alley, I’ve seen my fair share. The truth is, lives are irrevocably changed by tornadoes. They are ferocious entities of twisting, beautiful wind laying bare the world. The best tornadoes skip along the open prairie, harming none, and mesmerizing us with their intensity. The worst, leave a path […]

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Waterfall of Stars

We came whirling out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust… The stars made a circle, and in the middle, we dance. Rumi Every man should bathe one night in the absolute darkness of the prairie. A waterfall of stars cascades from above and the wind gently whispers in your ear to let it be. Here there are […]

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