The Fall


However profoundly lost and found we spin, surrender cannot be known. The ego wants all of the things that it can never get enough of.

Do whatever you need to do to feel alive.
Pull your head out of your ass and get your shit together. There is no event, there is only process. Speak the truth, worry not of its reception.

Refuse the stories, transmute suffering into self respect. Fine tune the appetite forevermore.
Live always for this moment.
Work.


Handmade sacred heart and snake of clay, black onyx, hematite, and obsidian jewels inset, brass crown, hand-painted fall leaf on watercolor paper, chiffon, wire, handmade frame.

2020

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