
"Oh Immaculate heart of Mary,
full of Goodness--
show your Love towards us.
Let the flame of you Heart,
Oh Mary, Descend on all people."
Join the pilgrimage here. <3


Today's Virgin is a photo I took a few years back. My mother and grandmother are tucked into this photograph as well. :) Join the party here! Wishing you all much Light. <3
Hello Sweetie Pies! The HerSpeak studio has been hoppin': scattered with gold leaf, felt scraps and paint squishing about! Here's a peep at what's been shakin' this week:

What is the state of your studios these days, darlings?
Hello Chickadees! Welcome to the HerSpeak Equinox Shindig! The shift of seasons is so invigorating--new smells, little discoveries, unusual and exciting energy. There is comfort in honoring the rhythm. Fall happens to be my favorite: bright days, long nights, the scent of leaves smoldering and new saturated colors always strike me: stunning...and spooky. Let's get to the party!
Part of the fun of fall is sinking into a new pattern and enjoying the natural changes. This soothing Nature Attunement Meditation from Meditation Oasis lets you get down into the dirt and enjoy the qualities of nature when woods and shores are unavailable. It's one of my personal favorites. Listen, you'll like it. :)
Feast your eyes on a breathtaking collection of curious fall inspired photographs via That Unreliable Girl! The whole collection is haunting and beautiful-- The didgeridoo is my favorite!
Hello Sweetpeas! It was a whiplash weekend full of errands, work, baby showers, rehearsals AND a few snippets of sweet sweet studio time. Here are a few of the latest pieces for my craft fair shrine series:



What were you up to this weekend, craft warriors?
Bedazzling the crap out of my Aphrodite shrine. Making progress one sequin at a time...




Hello Dumplings!*
"Shrine for Isis" based on a portrait of my Mum.
This "Aphrodite" shrine is still in progress. I plan to pimp out the frame using deconstructed costume jewelry and other sparkly bits in true balls-to-the-wall Liberace fashion. She'll also be illuminated from the inside with pink rope light. I also plan to work into the background to really build up the surface to a more textural peachy surface as opposed to the Mary Kay pink she is now. She'll get there, slowly but surely...
A quick experimental immersed drawing of Venus based on her birth myth "Born of The Sea". Right now I'm enjoying her rather voluptuous bedonkadonk. Unsure how I feel about this as a whole, but it's just an experiment--and you don't have to like experiements. We'll see if she develops into anything further...
A portrait of the queen based on Lucian Freud's masterwork. I love that he gives each of his sitters an undeniable five o'clock shadow...






It's my new favorite place in the apartment.
Aside from improvisational installation pieces, I finished my artist book, "Prayers for Isis". This petite accordian fold book was a project for my Print and Narrative Forms course, which is roughly based on a pocket prayer book or a Book of Hours. The pages consist of intaglio etchings watercolored illustrations and gold leaf on domestic etch paper. The text came from a stream of consciousness ramble I did about a year ago. 
The pages read: "When they are with HER, they are queens of ostrich plumes & strings of crocodiles teeth--She Hounds wired and aware. When they are with HER, their skins are diamonds, rosy candied fly wings..."
It was interesting watching my peers handle the book during critique: very delicately, carefully turning pages, gingerly touching the gold leaf and absent mindedly rubbing the soft velvet casing ribbon as they read. Most smiled widely when they found the illustrations and recognized the woman as someone they know from paintings, church windows, or their own mothers. Whether they found Goddess in it or not was not important to me, they found Comfort. And really--aren't they the same? :)
After a quiet moment in the closet staring at the blank space, I set to work our "US" altar. I shuffled through the candy tin that serves as my photo album and found a blurry snapshot of the two of us from high school--both of our eyes are closed. Then I found the "CONEY ISLAND IS FOR LOVERS" postcard from our trip to New York this past summer and a wrinkly ticket stub from "Edward Scissor Hands: The Ballet" which we attended in St. Paul two springs ago. While I looked at the glossy ticket I smiled as I recalled crying when the music swelled and snow suddenly started falling slowly from the auditorium ceiling. I realize it was only lights and costumes, but I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the moment. I placed a few glistening snail shells on the shelf--shells we found while shifting through wet sand at the cottage. As I arranged the scraps of paper, trinkets, string and travel artifacts I thought about how much we've evolved since we were scared seventeen-year-old kids, how many strange cities had seen us stumbling around in the wee hours of the morning, and fancied where we might be headed. I lit the candles and stepped back to view the work, savoring a small, silent celebration for us.