Brain Seeds

To enter the world is to enter into oneself. Here are some drawings of microscopic seeds.

Etsy Shop

More mandalas....

newborn fabric mandalas

My latest body of work has recently been finished and documented. Here are some of the pieces. The process of creating them has grown from past projects, trial and error, and mostly the spontaneity of experimenting with fabric, color, and layering. All works will be available for sale pending any exhibition acceptance. Thanks for all of your support and inspiration. love and peace, Laura

Allende House

Drag his bones from one place to another Frequently coming across, Without suffering or joy, A network of mysterious contacts Along side the stone statues The only illumination, Paralyzed with confusion and surprise With their backs to the window, Assorted other things Splendor, visible from the street As soon as they were awakened Her face transformed, The law would not intervene. A strange shiver, Suffocation of nostalgia Soft as moistened bread Enabled him to buy- Conjure up at will. Shattering it to bits, Surrounded by silence. Someone like your-self, Boundary between Confused rhetorical exchange. If they were in the middle One ascended via a spiral. They slept in since, In this realm Last activity was a wasted one. People of his condition When she returned; Like two small animals

The Unbearable Brightness of Weaving

The water slide of human experience is constantly sloshing me around, up, and down. Somewhere in the corkscrew of motion, the space in between clammy-handed anxiety and a Bachelorette-watching daze I find myself weaving, sewing, and snipping. The repetitive processes of weaving and stitching creates a net to rest in, but the moment I settle in and learn a process, i'm unraveling the net to create a new one. These weavings are from a process that began two years ago and foreshadow some of the sloshes and turns inspiring my current work. intensity diffusion peace passion spaciousness density

Mystical flavors, Bright reflections

Sudden jolts, mystical flavors, and constant motion have driven the tides of my vagabond life since returning from a pilgrimage through Spain one year ago. Attempts to sew and snip the bright colors i've been magnetized to have come in rushes, jumps, and skips. Heres to the fruits of an ultra fluxtastic year!