Edge of Being

Early February, and my Mother had just died. I found myself back in a hometown that I largely hated to go through what remained of my parents life. Exhausted, completely lost and uncertain of what next. I came across a rubbage heap, and a particular photograph lying in that mess stood out: A beautiful woman with intense, dark eyes. Piercing, and a countenance uncommon for that age. Her whole life lie ahead of her. And this woman was magic, ripped and faded on the edges, but undeniably a force. I saw myself in her eyes, but I had no idea who she was. Just an ancestress from another age, faded and yellowed and filled with mystery and tossed in the bin.

And I had a choice. I could leave her to an eternity of rubble, or I could learn what secrets she had yet to reveal. I could listen to her mysteries, and through her discover my own. 

And so I tucked her in my bra, like women do. 

And that is how my art began.

As all magic does.

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Wherever you are, or want to be, remember: the edge of being calls and compels you to step into your path. All you simply need to do is be present, and answer the call. 

Available in the following formats: Posters - Prints - Greeting Cards