A World Without Categories...Art Is Why I Get Up in the Morning...You?

An S.O.S.: Calling Upon All Angels

Joy Matters*

*Passion & Compassion*

Seek out, seek in...always seeking, always on a journey to bridge the world within with the world around.

Knowing that so many are hurting and alone when there is no need.

If we could just pause long enough to turn the tide.

We are a force of nature because we are nature.

Even when the oil runs dry, the sun will still fuel us. All the panic takes us further away from our natural state, our connection to the creative force, and to the brilliant power of simply being alive. 

Enjoy the ocean if you can and work toward it.

I aim to use my time to add to the creative rather than destructive forces vying for the Earth's resources.

I have found over a million Earth angels on the same mission: to create sustainable beauty out of life.

Let this be a prelude and not the exception.

I honor the lights of this great city as a power point for change, as the center of art, and as a vine of near-ripe revolutionaries.

Artists, women, good people of the Earth rising: rise some more. 

*Revolution begins with personal evolution...

Bless & Be Blessed*

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

If you are a Collector intrested in limited editions or books for all...

I am at a place where a feel honored to be living from my art-work. It is an incredible honor and one I will keep growing for as long as I have breath in my lungs.

Most of the images that you see on my website will be available upon inquiry.

I am including here a slide show of images I had the privilege of showcasing in a solo show last June at the National Arts Club:
They are a limited edition of 10 so if you are interested please inquire as soon as your heart moves you to do so...*

I showcased last year in Paris Photo and amongst a room full of classics in New York last fall, between Warhol & Mapplethorpe, Baquita and Kara Walker-- so many amazing dream come trues- with 16 shows through out the year and Tiffany & Co. collecting for their stores internationally.

I have four books available also. two coffee table to smaller--

I have so much more to share..

I promise to heal this body-temple of mine and keep moving forward in innovating ever new ways to add beauty to this world.

If you are interested in an image you may contact me here; flyingishard@gmail.com

or leave a comment here.

iF YOU ARE IN nEW yORK AND CARE FOR A PRIVATE VIEWING do make that clear in your request.

A selection of images can be viewed at:
545 West 45th Street
New York, NY 10016
T: (212) 664-0800
F: (212) 664-8550

Thank you so much. I look forward to hearing from you & sharing with you.

All my best,


Doc being created in collaberation with Tarmak film UK*

LAYLA LOVE from Tarmak Films on Vimeo.

the film will be interwoven into layers of ever growing hope that springs from the well within-- be well with-in* ox

Showcasing in the White House for Haiti Flag Day*

It was an honorable beautiful experinance to be there in the White House touring the West Wing, seeing my art hanging, meeting those it was helping, watching Michelle standing tall in grace a smile exouding all sorts of love and possiblity.

With the chance to add to the White House Collection, leveling seeds of transformation, as art heals.

It was for Haiti this time, the image came from the set of Hurricane Season: The Hidden Messages in Water By Alixa & Naima who together form Climbing Poetree.

I meet so may beautiful souls. So deeply inspired to keep creating and sharing in the most positive and far reaching, deeping transforming, trandsending ways...

illumated in the glow of saving lives while doing what we love... bridging the gap between dreams and possiblity.

an ode to bringing magic to everywhere...*


Wednesday, January 6, 2010

An Ode to Mary Daly & The Life Ahead

A great being has passed.

Let us stand still for a moment and recognize that which must not be forgotten.
As we climb towards the sky.
Mapping that path to our freedom.
In the freedom we create while living.

No matter the constant rush, a gun or golden wand pointed at your head.

Life is rushed, a never ending to do list that we continue to either grow from and flourish amidst or we grow heavier with each burden.
Each burden validated-- the truth of our own stories being lived-- between what we are and what we envision ourselves to be. Between the socially-constructed norms burst the likes of Mary Daly-- her star light unexpectedly bold & filling the room with the notion that 'God' may not the only way?! SHOCKING! Like Galileo's vision of a starry night in a galaxy set right.

Push push push -- push, uncomfortably & steadfast, into the boundaries of conformism-- strike-- the heart-cords of many world wide while opening minds.
Roam into unspoken terrain-- being the first to utter some boundless possibility between the sisterhood of our time- close the doors-- In the shifting of scales we move forward but there must be safe space between us-- by any means necessary-- there is a programing of war systematically taking down the beautiful strength of our womynhood daily-- let us create private spaces to address these and other issues in complete freedom-- just as men have allowed themselves to do for as far back in history as I have learned.

May we stop fearing the space between us and maintain it well enough-- will all the love & creativity that we share, that we may brace ourselves for necessary battles while knowing which battles are able to be transcended like illusions.

The world is a very big place and the cord of womyns space- the room for The Feminine Mystique, for the ghost of Betty Friedan to meet with Daly-- I imagine a meeting of the minds with Frida Kahlo, Nefertiti & Alice Paul... all forming this beautiful light up there for us draw from & to pour into.

In the name of the Mother, the Daughter & the Goddesses. In the Name of Kali. In reverence for the Hideous Hags, In the name of all our mystic mothers- to Mary Daly with her never-ending fervor the living--

*May we reach out to each other a little more right now.
-- May we know that our ancestors and our evolution are two ends of the same pole.

I urge us to spend more shared time on these adventures of living herstory.
United We Stand: Divided We Fall:
Learning to draw from the principles of survival-- we must all be the Phoenix Rising- this must be the turning of the tides-- that only comes once in a blue moon-- this must be the sounding of the alarm.

I believe Mary studied theology so much so she could navigate the heavens quickly, to lead us beyond the pearly gate illusion and into the garden within this seed of life. We are the torch bearers in this most auspicious moment in the dawning evolution-
- upon which we are the pivoting point-
- we are the center of life on this earth-
- the birth place of all life-
- & Yes, I agree with Mary that we must have private space for the freedom of our expression -our knowing-
- we have been bound for centuries while mother earth has been being raped & pillaged-
- the rivers have run dry and been replaced by our tears-
-We are very resourceful creatures:
we will continue to nourish the earth & our self's, each other & all life through this darkness.
The light is breaking.
an alarm call blaring--
telling us it is time to train-- to buck-up-- to rise up--!!!
In the collection of our power and most importantly of consciousness. Of self-love. Revolution must begin with personal evolution-- with our own reconnection of mind-body-essence-ideas-tribe-we are the artisans, the warriors-- I am calling on all my sisters--

Trauma into transformation.

We all identify with different heroines-- let us speak their names more often-- let my generation be blessed with all these tools of technology that allow us to share our stories more and more-- and as we take up more space & more shape with collective vision-- it may take a whole new form-- we may be able to learn to create a community between us-- out of love-- out of rage-- fear-- and the place beyond fear-- a safe space where we can hold a womyn's spirit-- the red tent is needed-- the time for healing is needed-- we are all walking wounded for one reason or another-- carrying some world pain, worry or scar-- but the big picture is always getting bigger and so maybe all is well-- everything-- we have been through-- every trail in our shaping has taken us to a place where we can continue to love each other against all odds throughout and beyond time.

I take back my power to uphold & honor rather than to mourn & remorse.

There is no more time to recall our loses-- let us recount our endless reservoir of talent, knowledge, mystery & might between us.
We must be the fusion of all of these strengths-- to bring them forward-- to call upon a future where we have let go of the boundaries-- the personal wounds-- enough that we can begin to have a dialog that embraces the content of our character rather than surviving the mold of the character we are profiled to be.

I believe it is a matter-- at this point -- of almost letting it be.
this fallen empire-- some thousands of years old-- is chasing its tale to a certain death-

Let it be so so we may truly rise above:
again calling on the Phoenix within all of us-- the fires are burning-- let us rise-
- so we can stop getting burned,
burnt out-- that we can stop running the rat race-- wash off its filth & start planting the seeds of radical fresh newness- NOW!

We are calling on the universal qualities of the female temple to house strong intuition, a great sense of understanding, imagining and working steadfast towards a shared foundation upon which we can all build of unique sense of being.

We have the freedom to draw on everything that has gone right in this world-- merge it together into a new recipe to nurture the future just as our formothers did before refrigeration, when the bread would go stale and thus bread pudding was invented- we have a way to be alchemists-- to transform what is there into what is needed. So there is a need for us to really keep honoring the underground railroad, the grassroots- our own mammas & daughters for getting us this far.

Then there is Evolution. I learned about Mary Daly first through Susan Powter... who taught me that although that bread pudding was resourceful for its time, it is outdated. That mind and body are one of the same and we are what we eat-- so let us stop the insanity-- and realize the key is oxygen.

I believe that the key ingredients are love, support, inspiration & peace.
May we find in the year ahead-- in all time-- that we do indeed leave our mark.
May we live our lives where our actions can mirror our intention with less convolution & interference.
Spend time on the self every day in any way that we can-- let this be the year we clear the plates, sweep the dust from under the rug and let it blow out the door into the wind.

There is no need to fear the skeletons in the closet anymore-- they do not belong to you anymore-- they belong to a past-- send them off to Mary let her have the pleasure of atoning & sinning big with the whole mess that's been made.

I am not so interested in History classes as I am now in the FUTURE Studies-- the study toward HERSTORY.
May we be the co-creators of something beyond the limits of our current vocabulary.

It is a time to evoke all the fire in our belly, the might of our finger tips... in our body -- so lucky we are right now to have this form right now-- with all these senses about us. Relish, revel, rebel, reflect & rejoice.

I am working towards having a Love Craft-- a ship that floats through international seas bringing women's art & performance around the world while inviting women from every port aboard to record and broadcast parts of her.story through a floating satellite equipment media center. We would have a safe majestic ocean to explore the possibilities in thriving and find the tools between us to build those bridges to a world without categories...

With my greatest respect for Ms. Daly-- may she keep decoding the art of living dangerously with such flying colors-- I think I saw a new hue around the setting sun-- there amidst to what is possible.

embrace & let go.
simultaneously as is breath...*

Taking a moment for grieving is never a weakness- it is in fact the heart of the matter. May we always reflect our compassion upon the tides of spirits from this realm & others that allow us to flow, to float, to live & drown. To make waves & quantum leaps.*

putting the grrr back into grassroots.

with love,