The second sculpture of the summer is completed! A companion piece to Scratch– TIAMAT, ancient Near Eastern goddess of primordial creation, goddess of where fresh water meets salt. Brought to you by the Maternal Mitochondria creative team.
the drawn outline
30,000 years ago
trees sketched by fire
you change your name
as I change my clothes
In 2017, the Maternal Mitochondria creative team went to Japan. There we saw so many kinds of spirit houses—from Shinto shrines to municipal pagodas to small portable altars. When we came home to New Mexico, we wanted to build our own.
The initial three fairy houses are open! (We hope to create a total of nine). Each is made of recycled metal. And each houses a poem that tells the tale of its denizens—the supernatural creatures who work and party in each.
The Cabin is lit up from within by the fire of the earth’s core. Brownie miners descend to seek riches in the earth.
The Cantina is a way station where fire foxes—messengers of the divine—can take a break from their delivery rounds and have a drink.
The Mushroom is a landing pad for winged pixies, even as it is part of the natural cycle of birth and decay.
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I will be part of this upcoming show at Buckham Gallery in Flint, MI! Honored to be included.
Join us at the Gerald Peters Project Gallery today for the opening of some great shows! 5-7pm, 1011 Paseo de Peralta.
Join Maternal Mitochondria for a presentation on June 8th, from 1-3pm, in the Santa Fe Community College Boardroom. We will be speaking to the members of the Santa Fe Book Arts Group about our collaborative work, community projects, and how and why we utilize suminagashi along with poetry in our art. This event is free and open to the public, you do not have to be a member of BAG to come! We look forward to seeing you there.
on your brow I see
the maps and flags of places
you’ve never been– human migration
across tundra and the sea.
You wrinkle your nose and cry like a cat
perhaps last time you made that noise you were under the stars, people in tents with goats, cutting themselves with sharp stones.
Everyone who holds you
is unnerved by your fragility, your newness
but they’re forgetting
you were born in blood
pulled on a rope
washed away by Charon before
setting foot back on this side.
You leapt from unborn to newly born
you walked across a narrow bridge
and all you know is strength
my tiny warrior
my woman for a new age.
Found a copy of Maternal Mitochondria’s art project Spilled Ink in the shelves… If someone tries to buy this, Collected Works Bookstore is going to be really confused! Spilled Ink is a small chapbook filled with poetry, photography, and suminagashi from an artist residency at Wildacres in North Carolina. We had just read Amanda Palmer’s The Art of Asking, and I participated in the community that grew up around the book, sending free copies to people around the world (and sometimes getting weird, awesome book art in return). So we decided that Spilled Ink would not be purchasable, and would mostly be given to people who asked for it… I say mostly because I definitely foisted off a few on my poor friends! So it’s super fun to still find copies of this hidden around town.