Call of the Borderland
30" x 24" / acrylic on canvas / sold

There are Stories that Call. The Call sings like the delicate thread of a songbird’s note - weaving through the fabric of our dreaming and waking lives. They enter into our dreams at night and dance just beyond the veil during our waking moments. A language of symbols, rhythms, echo, color, sound, shadow and light. Stories whose memory refuses to be forgotten and cannot be extinguished. Stories whose threads long to be woven back together and danced into memory.
An eternal return...
I believe that there is great power in the telling of Stories. In sharing my own Story, I am hopeful that it will serve as an example of how we are All connected and how the Dream gives birth to each of us. The sharing of my Story is also an offering and an honoring for the great gift that is the Dream. A place of primordial ooze where we are all dancing within a great connected Story beyond comprehension. There are Stories that Call. They breathe life into our existence.
My end is my beginning...
This is one such story. It has called from the other side of the veil. Its voice seeking mine, wandering the Borderlands. Its breath traveling with mine. Messages and whispers carried by a series of movements and happenings that repeat. I am learning to dance to the rhythm of its calling. I am re-membering how to be a vessel for its song.
I welcome you to the Borderlands, where this particular story sings me to sleep at night: matches its footsteps with mine during the day and holds me in a dizzying and delicate embrace. Together we dance. These are my experiences of the Borderlands and the song that continues to reach my ears. This is the retelling of an ancient and alive Song. This is the living Story of the Ouroboros and my subsequent search for purpose as told to me through the vessel of the Borderlands. It is my personal truth regarding what I have come to understand regarding how I may best be of service while I am on this Earth.
An eternal return...
I believe that there is great power in the telling of Stories. In sharing my own Story, I am hopeful that it will serve as an example of how we are All connected and how the Dream gives birth to each of us. The sharing of my Story is also an offering and an honoring for the great gift that is the Dream. A place of primordial ooze where we are all dancing within a great connected Story beyond comprehension. There are Stories that Call. They breathe life into our existence.
My end is my beginning...
This is one such story. It has called from the other side of the veil. Its voice seeking mine, wandering the Borderlands. Its breath traveling with mine. Messages and whispers carried by a series of movements and happenings that repeat. I am learning to dance to the rhythm of its calling. I am re-membering how to be a vessel for its song.
I welcome you to the Borderlands, where this particular story sings me to sleep at night: matches its footsteps with mine during the day and holds me in a dizzying and delicate embrace. Together we dance. These are my experiences of the Borderlands and the song that continues to reach my ears. This is the retelling of an ancient and alive Song. This is the living Story of the Ouroboros and my subsequent search for purpose as told to me through the vessel of the Borderlands. It is my personal truth regarding what I have come to understand regarding how I may best be of service while I am on this Earth.