I'm here in Toronto with a friend about to put on an arts event with 700 people! Tonight we had dinner at an amazing Thai spot called Pai... The design and decor was next level and the story of the founders

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These three little pieces were co-created with two strangers over breakfast. It was the first collaboration using my new pop art interactive arts kit. We talked about the relationship between characters

Tiny House friends Ending concepts of home Grown from the coup Poop from chickens Thickened on the stoop Drooping sadly on my sock Shocking comfortable nerves Detouring socks off Scoffing at toes bare

Sitting in the yard at my friend's tiny house AKA Tiny House... These lovely creatures run across fields to greet strangers (ie me) hoping that food awaits. This morning these creatures were searching

Non Reactive Stillness | From Steven Bachelor and Krista Tippet Talk: "Wondrous Doubt"

I once stopped to look up Hawk flying by I decided to follow its direction And all of nature until the day I died Twisting and turning roads swept Not seeing what's beyond each bend Though senses slowly

Tree blossoms fly falling Calling upon names Beauty appalling Offending those with burnt egos Trying to let go of favorite legos Tennis balls binding A pile of matches Ignited on carpet Daring the house

Blossom of white winding Binding beauty between skies Trying to set free all birds Clipped wings singing a song Wrongly accused of flying too high Sighing as children hear no Crowing for creative play

Fucking stuck with tones caught in the throat Someone said once of words that pile Clearly supposed to be expressed Sadly repressed sunken into the chest One inaction after another Dynamics of depression

Trump the insatiable beast that feasts upon my children's children Fucking cowards cowering scouring depleting resource as recourse Dreams long forgotten trodden with blood spilled by hardworking history

Your deflections of my reflections Are like chocolate on a hot dog Your tangerines are like the greens Molding life from unsavory things Your thighs are like running rivers As the sliver of the moon wets

Sugar steeped in the fibers of our bones Queens dethroned for cheap thrills Coyote lamenting for moon's honey Chocolate fingered under nails Bitten like shark's mistaken victim Human's underwater trying

Planets unchangeable Placed by "seeing" eyes Moon around Earth around Sun There is no room living for the cabinet of my guns. Rearranging spaces Population control changing faces Animals evolving

This is the final product of a weekend long collaboration. We weaved in hiking, philosophy, tears, laughter, music... The story goes on!

I've seen through the eyes of a raged orangutang. Fire fierce visions of burning down entire jungles. Holding tree branches with bare handed haired grip. Ready to disintegrate the bones of any bystander

On the edge of what's alive and what's urgent I trail behind a hungry tiger. Enticed to touch it's striped soft tail I'm hypnotized by it's perceptive motion. Emotion rising up as certain as tides Salt

Strolling mindlessly along river's edge Thoughts rolling like an untrimmed hedge No rhythm or rhyme Simply nature's chaotic lines Frogs speak enticing ears drum Water silk-like rolling over stones The

The eggs of your mother formed 8 weeks after Arriving within her mother's womb. The stress and the joy And the vibrations of those times and places Etched in the fabric of our skin The wrinkles The expression

Check out the final piece after tonight!