Kay

Did you miss the first puppet slam at @nova.arts.block ?? Well you’re in luck, because we’re doing it again… BUT COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!! 🎪 Welcome back to the stage @dramapen , @madisonj.cripps , @tenderjagged , @backesviolins , @garrettcameronmusic , and special guests from Mansplain Mansoap! 🧼 🎟️ Link to tickets in my bio Show April 18th at Brewbakers Doors at 7 Now you may have heard me talking about this Mansplain Mansoap Man, and you may have have heard me speak of the big top, circusy tent proscenium @hannahellingwood and I made with grant funding from @artsalivemonadnock , well it’s all going to be there folks, that and more! Get ready for some crisis-solving mansplain humor, some intimate and haunting Crankies, big and small! And music from some of the best Nelson contra dance musicians around. Don’t miss it! Become a man with me, a mustache man. With Welcome Home puppet slam and Mainsplain Mansoap!! Happy trans Day of Visibility also 🏳️‍⚧️ 💋 Free 🍉 FUCK 🧊 #puppetry #puppetslam #crankies

Doing a small art. A crankie. It’s based on Eleanor Wilner’s poem East of the Sun, West of the Moon. It’s my first long-term project since Jasper’s portrait. And my first project for myself in a while (years??) not tied to grief, anger or pain. It’s slow going and I’m not always feeling good about it but I’m doing it and am too far along now not to finish it. I may share it in March at a local crankie fest! Stay tuned.

In case you want to hire me to design your album art…look at what I did :)

It’s me, Kay! I’m a deathworker, artist, beginner banjo player and if you give me bones or teeth I will treasure them and either decorate with or make art with said bones. I’m deeply devoted to continuing my education on ritual and ceremony and deathwork and on doing so while bringing along and weaving in threads of joy and humor. Memento Mori!

I’m not calling it done but it’s going on the wall this week.

Depression drags behind me like a weighted cloak, but the rising sun is shining on a dilapidated piano here now and the light is causing everything to be gold. Even the beat up worn rotten wood suddenly looks gilded and just as I wish for the darkness to swallow me up the light instead decides that she wants to embrace me.

Still working slowly on Jasper boi. Colored pencil, chalk pastel and watercolor on raw wood.

Join me as I facilitate another small, intimate Memento Mori Ceremony at @tethered.in.community in Goffstown on 1/28/2025, 6:30 pm. For more info or to sign up go to my website, link in bio. Limited to 6 participants.

To find out more and to sign up go to my website listed in bio🕯️🕯️🕯️. Take some time this autumn to sit lovingly with your mortality.

Some of my homework from my enchanted life guidance session with @narinder.bazen.death.life Also, I went on a run/walk yesterday in the vicinity of one of my favorite spots in the world. I ran to the halfway point, and then met my beloved dipping stream. I peeled off my clothes and fully immersed myself in the waters…cool from the autumn like mornings. I didn’t “plan” this dip. I just came up to the stream and heard “Go in”. And I listened. I walked the rest of the way though the woods barefoot and passed countless small toads and toadstools and at one point a tree made me catch my breath. A pine, perhaps plain looking to most eyes, beckoned me. I touch the bark gently and laid a soft kiss…when my lips touched that mighty trunk I felt the expansiveness of that being down to the dark reach of the deepest roots all the way up to the tips of the tallest branches. Nature knows how to be both things…depths the heights, weightedness and buoyancy, darkness and sun-drenched light, dissolution and decay, birth and growth… And I knew Kairos had settled into my walk. My time with the stream, the toads, the pine…it had been a profound prayer.