My essay that strays down the path of body commodification is now available online (originally in AWT print issue #3). Read HERE. Still relevant in our struggle against FOSTA/SESTA.

“I don't paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.” 
― Frida Kahlo

Creating art from pain, shaping stories from torn flesh and broken bones. Healing is progress not towards normalcy, as my health (physical and mental) will never be normal (whose is?). Healing is progression to authenticity, to singing aloud, to creating and adding and becoming part of the chiaroscurro of pain and joy to the world. When pain occurs, our bodies are mindfully alive-- mindful to death. Respecting death with all of life's wonder.
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Telling one's story is not narcissism; it is birth and truth. To tell a story that does not spring from the heart, the mud, is cliche (big media) and cliche is not death, it is static. 

"So who, exactly, is the witch?...
The witch is a shapeshifter. She transfroms from vixen to hag, healer to hellion, adversary to advocate based on who seeks her.

She's Hecate...Lilith...Baba Yaga...Yamauba...Joan of Arc...Marie Laveau...Elvira...Malala Yousafzai...the buja at the botanica..the practitioner of granny magic, hoodoo, and conjure.
She's the everyday intuitive, seeing and hearing things others do not.
She EveryWoman."

Witches, Sluts, Feminists-- by Kristen J Sollee

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