Always Landing On Your Feet (artist statement April 2009)

Graceful, gliding, stepping, strutting women....The species that have the ability to carry themselves as delicate pieces of machinery. A work of art, masterpiece on stilts, a dynamic element of what looks like soft, fragile equipment. She’s fully equipped with a heart capable of loving, an organ able to birth human life, a magical entity in heels, climbing up through her entire journey of life, always on the ups, erecting, growing, progressing, and evolving up her “tree of life.” Its an aging, yet classic truth – the beauty and wonder of a woman’s grace. But don’t be fooled by the look of fragility. A woman is a strong, sturdy machine to boot. Heels like boots for climbing, kicking, and stomping like giants. But the kind of giants that are clever as cats, and like cats, always landing on their feet.(please enlarge or zoom in to view detail better)

stormy love

a frantic moment chanting under diamond light together

This ain't no poem, 'tis a perrrrum babay

"Look at my life!" you say "right here in Low Definition on my big screened plasma!"
give plasma for an extra buck, to buy ya them drugs

send back that money, cause you know you never SPEND it
send back them clothes, cause i know you never WEAR them
send back the runny nose, cause you know you never WIPE it
____________(fill in blank)____________________shIT

you wipe me out
sky diving backwards through my insides

"Look at my life right here on the table for all y'all to observe and make your judgements"

make your bets, you rookies
make your bids, you bookies
make your bed, you slut

This soulstice

I wrote him a "John, Dear" letter
after he plowed through "it"
on that witless, winter morning
I wrote it in my sleep

Jus befo ya broke ya back pelvic thrustin' 'cross zat flow
Girl, ya done had one too many red, plastic cups

This soul-stice was a good one to try it

Many moons have appeared and reappeared
since i last let my heart lead me
That sound of stimulation's
most desired, by design
Thanks a heap, Dame Nature!
I went to sleep early, so i could wake up late

I see beyond your pupil, further than your retina, your cornea's growing in my field
Got to talkin to the moon
inarticulate, understood clarity
You and I left with moonshine
on our tongues and our eyes

This solstice was a good one to try it

You weed me out, i lead you in
Lookin full these days, filling up
at the filling station i petrol myself
lighting up, gasing up, chaperoning
dans ma chapeau, of which i own
Chapeau-owning

Je suis
Je suis
malade, désolé
On va au cafe?
let's grease up our inards with that stuff

This solstice was a good one to try it

-"Look ma! No hands!"
on my own, that look of independence
-"Ce n'est pas grand chose"

-"Look ma! No bra!"
on my own, that look of independence
-"Ce n'est pas grand chose"

Je suis
Je suis
la chanteuse
i chant, rattle, ramble, and hum

This soulstice was a good one to try it