I have reached a point in my life where authentic expression as an act of self creation is essential to my very existence. Each morn I take a fresh new page and place my mark upon it… puking and wailing, singing and dancing in the mud of my prima materia ~ the material of my life ~ of the current moment.
This Clay of existence expressed and witnessed moves along a continuum, sculpting itself into what Jung refers to as the individuation process and Maslow calls self actualizing. I call it the Art of Self Creation. It is facilitated through the embodied arts… authentic movement, painting and writing, as well as dream work. It plays out in the theatre of our lives.
I am the artist of my life. I work/play with the hieroglyphs of this waking dream, the events of my life, in an attempt to apprehend their truth and actualize the life that is mine to live.
Every man’s condition is a solution in hieroglyphics to those inquiries he would put. He acts it as life, before he apprehends it as truth. Emerson
This work is dedicated to the women and men I know who feel both necessity and passion about expressing their authentic wild selves. May it become a haven for our Wild Criaturas who ceaselessly roam seeking a birthplace for their travailing. With sacred intention we are the witness for each other’s eternal becoming.