The earth is a mother that never dies. Let’s run our fingers through her soft, grass hair. Let’s curl up in her valleys at night and let her tuck us in with blankets of stars. Let her strong tree branch arms hold us up to see the vastness. Only a mother would give and give and give like this.
A lil camping weekend on Mt. Tam that blew my mind many times over. 🌟
This WEDNESDAY at Crafter Hours, we're preparing for the @3rdspacedavis Print and Zine Fest with a print workshop! Learn tips and tricks for lino carving, and leave with your very own rubber stamp! 🎨 Demos will be every 30 minutes from 6-8 pm.
Crafter Hours is every *Wednesday* from 5-9 PM 💫 As always, all crafts are welcome, supplies provided by @3rdspacedavis 🖍️
Demo stamp by @fia_simon 🐱
I went on a risograph journey today. A cool machine with a cool history! My brain feels stretched from thinking about layers of color blended and overlaid on each other. This poster grew from a zine I doodled on receipt paper at 3rd space open hours. You never know when art will strike 🌟 Feeling reverent toward the artists that can coax complex images out of this machine 🙇🏻♀️
snippets of future nostalgia. Taking the form of trains, feeling homemade paper objects, the sounds of critical mass, central valley fog bowls, giant lemons, the pink juices of moth birth, playing and moving our bodies
Feeling like full time muses on the tandem bike to LA 🌟 We got… Wednesday Santa Cruz and a visit to @pajaropastures , Thursday Salinas valley, Friday Big Sur aaaaaahh, Saturday Morro Bay, Sunday Ventura and Santa Barbara, Monday Malibu and Venice… and all of it fueled by carne asada burritos, Isla Vista Co-op peanut butter, and some slutty pastries & donuts. We caught some magical weather, despite trying to outrun the incoming rains. Now it’s time to get cozy in LA and be grateful for friends to visit & crash with! 💌
Fog
marine layer and tule walls collide
brimming in the valley like a witches cauldron
waterfalls of vapor pour over peaks
rise up in the damp and wet
break through to the land of the gods
Patterns of DECOMPOSING. Decay is so diverse. A different movie playing out in the folds of each leaf. Why does decay make the specific shapes and patterns it does? Sometimes progressing from the inside out - sometimes from the outside in. A collaboration between the living and the dead.
These are Canadian leaves at peak foliage. Scanned at the University of Guelph. + returned to the Earth to continue their process
