From the Heart of the EARTh

Then there is the embodiment of something much deeper & greater: the wise woman who runs wild in the night, finding nature within, adored with the all seeing eye.  Her heART lined with eyes, for we see everything through the magnetic fields:

A fascinating synthesis of ancient wisdom, modern medicine, scientific research, and personal experiences that proves that the human heart, not the brain, holds the secrets that link body, mind, and spirit.

You know that the heart loves and feels, but did you know that the heart also thinks, remembers, communicates with other hearts, helps regulate immunity, and contains stored information that continually pulses through your body?

Maria was standing deep in the middle of Salt Minds outside of Bogota.  We had been working on the painting of her body all day and then traveled into the mountains and deep into the center of the eARTh.  In the middle of the darkness I see all these people walking into the frame of the picture.  I wanted to stop and stare but instead I continued shooting.  Then I realized it was a tour of nuns and they where for the most part horrified.  It was a test of faith.  How to love your naked sisters, how does the spirit move through each of these women.  Where is the balance & the embracing of the holly woman who is also visceral...

I am here to expose that space-- that knowing that both are truth, both are within you, within me, within the nuns and the painted ones.

May you be free to embrace the ripening of life.  Free to live as any and every woman.

Go then to the edge of reality, There to suspend belief, 

Enter into the realm of spirit, As above then so beneath.

Disregard all conventions, Contempt for all taboo, Nothing should cause a turn of head, 

When it comes from you.

See beyond the simple flesh, Til there nothing is hidden, 

pen your ears to deepest secrets, 

Let truths emerge unbidden.

Ignore your given genitalia, Forget your gender role, Both exist deep inside you, 

Entwined within your soul.

Where the man will be a woman, The woman will be a man, 

Therein, a path to liberation, Beyond any wildest dreams, Grab that freedom as a gift, 

For life is never what it seems.we are living in a world of paradox.  there is so much strength moving against the tides of weakness.  So much lust disguised as love. 

 So many desires unfold as we strive for outer perfection.