I am a Sacred Artist.
In creating visual art & ritual I weave the magical, mystical, often hidden, wisdom of the Hebrew people, and the Divine Feminine, in a way that allows me to be a translator for you. I use embodied artistic practices to assist us in being present to spiritual moments.
In my fine art creation, teaching, and ritual craft, I weave the elements - earth, air, water and fire - as a foundation to search for the hidden truth. As a weaver, I see the narrowing of the fibers, the thinning of the veil, as an opportunity to weave what was into a fuller embodiment of what is to come. The letting go and gathering of the sparks — the clay of life, the fibers of the universe — It is one and the same. I invite weaving as a ritual practice for transformation, beauty, and insight. I am also a weaver between cultures, rooting in my own tradition and spinning bridges to share and connect with others. Like the weaver who sits at her looms every day we can re-weave the world as we want to see it. Infusing our weaving with love and hope and justice and peace and spaces for a better world. With my hands, I create.
The radical act of honoring women’s bodies is part of my offering of empowerment to the world. I seek justice through honoring bleeding bodies, in capturing the gorgeous realness of a human form, in gathering womxn to express themselves. In tending ritual, I support people to find their unique voice and let that voice be heard!
The cycles of the moon — and the seasons of the earth — empower and guide my priestessing and sacred arts creation. Knowing that the moon and I are made from the same cosmic dust allows me to find rhythm and presence in my life. When I am in harmony with the knowledge of the moon and I as one, the ease of life is possible.
It is my intention to live a life in prayer. To notice the beauty in everything. To always feel my connection to source flowing through me. I am witness to the divine presence of all that is life, source, and creation. I am part of the plan to make the world whole again, to gather the holy sparks and put the light back into the vessels. I am a piece of cosmic dust, a weaver of spirit and beauty.