Saturday, March 24, 2012


Some days I feel as though this life is wedged between two tremendous ones, one past and one not yet lived. I can feel the shapes of them through the skin of this present body, pushing hard against my heart and hands. There are the impressions of beautiful things and of horrible things in equal measure.  And them some days, I feel as though I am entirely here, entirely in the moment. My hands are empty, and my sleep is dreamless. 

Detail from Sirens. Ink and Graphite.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Moon Water

A few things have converged in my mind so perfectly after the past few weeks in the land. I'm learning too, that when things come together like this, one must hold on to it, and draw out its meaning to one's existence slowly and carefully. How easily we make ourselves believe we can tame wildness, tear out and tidy up the secret spaces there are in the earth. So many moon-treasures I've gathered from half-nights in the hammock, walking through the dark, into the rivers filled with glittering eyes, turning over leaves expecting the full-moon light to just spill into my palm... Such images. I cannot even begin. A slight girl with fawn's eyes offers a plastic cup of water-angels to my mother. A fallen bamboo ceiling swallows the moon whole. There is so much wonder, awe and terror in every gesture, every movement. The moon washes the dust from her face, becomes her true self in the forest. Then it solidifies, comes together: the three of us sit, our backs curved like crescents, on Miss Rose's front step, reading from the Farmer's Almanac. The words are beautiful and without artifice. Moons for planting, for destroying, for raising water from the earth. I do not realize I am bewitched until I begin writing, drawing, obsessing in my quietest moments. As usual, I have no real idea what I'm doing. But the magic is becoming easier and easier to find, and to follow.

Above is detail from half a diptych entitled Lunar Planting. It's watercolour, ink and collage. The swirly words are notes on phases of the moon, and its effects on plants and bodies of water. Below is some detail from a new work: Bamboo, which is one of a small series of Moon Water paintings.


Sunday, March 11, 2012

Bodies in Land

Here are a few of my favourite shots over the past couple of weeks on the estate. 


Monday, March 5, 2012

The Wild Thing Is Always Near


A collection of three poems was featured at New Linear Perspectives today... I very much like what they're doing... there's a real freshness and depth to the feel of their stuff. Excited to have my work included. Here's a little excerpt, and the link to the editor's intro and the poems below:

"Trinidadian poet Danielle Boodoo-Fortuné’s code is more animalistic, more savage. NLP was struck by the visceral female voice she presented us with in her poetry; a code of blood, flesh, the moon, bones, mouths, touch and found feelings."


Friday, March 2, 2012


Hello, you! :)
Hope you're good!

The last two weeks have hit me like two trucks, in quick succession. So many projects underway, and so many deadlines! It's all goodness though. I'll be participating in this very cool thing later this month: check the link out below.

More on that soon!

I'm also trying to give the blog a bit of a cleanup, and some new energy. Bear with me awhile... there will be things missing, empty pages, layouts gone horribly awry. But it'll all be well.

Until soon,