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I am drawn to the earth, to the edges of rivers and the roots of trees. I express for the beings of wild places, expanding the definition of what creative acts "matter," becoming a vessel for the imagination of the earth.
When I write, poetic mythologies bubble up from subterranean depths, emerging in half heard shapes of sound to pool on the paper before me, surreal narratives of origin and transformation.
In performance, my clown gives audiences playful permission to enter their inner worlds through the initiatory portal of imagination.
My hand begins to draw, concentric circles ripple outwards, blossoming mandala-like in unfolding patterns .
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