Images that evoke a question if not a narrative. What if Jesus had been a woman, would it have made things different or would things have had to be different? That moment, the one that changed everything and shamed us of our beauty, how did it really go down? Doesn't every exhibitionist need a voyeur? Is our true self so buried that it is hidden from even ourselves? In our dreams, perhaps? Were cave paintings the iconography of neanderthropic social media? Would unfriending require chipping images off the wall? Where better to dance, than on the Dunes of Self? Is the apple of my eye also the mote in my eye? What difference the beauty of a flower versus the beauty of a naked woman? Does the dream ever change once a girl transitions to a woman? WTF, who let you out of your lamp? And, what really is shared in the collective conscious?
...no particular message.
A video montage of "Whimsical Surreality" set to music
Symbiotic Voyeurdrome I
Apple of My Eye
Coloring Her World As She Sees It
Jeanie to Genii
Who's That Doll With That Clown?
Loosing One's Self To Discover One's Self
Dancing on the Dunes of One's Self
Lilith in Eve's Garden.
(Click picture to enjoy video with accompanying spoken word)
The Music That Takes You Beyond
Goddess In Hand (video)
When Goddesses Play Chess With The Universe (video)