Fifty years of making…

I was born in 1976, and the creative life I’ve lived so far has been deeply meaningful and rich. However, the documentation of that work is sparse. Not only was it mostly on VHS, DVDs, some tangible form of print, or digital text that didn't survive the evolution of technology storage, but…

I gave a not-insignificant number of materials to a dear human being in a brown paper bag to digitize and edit into something video-like. Days later, that dear human being grabbed what they thought was that bag and found empty cereal boxes, plastic wrappers, and old food waste. Ugh! Unfortunately, that record was tossed into the back of a garbage truck in 2002, and much of my performing arts career became myth.

It's been a while since then, more than half my life, and I've continued to make things. However, when I learned my career had gone to the dump, I wouldn't have imagined my creative life would change almost completely from that moment on. I would have been shocked to learn that I wouldn't make that kind of work again.

The quarter century following was very different. I was in a privileged interstitial space as a mother, doula for other artists' creative babies, programmer, curator, researcher, speaker, field-builder, and industry expert at the intersection of the arts, technology, and the public good. But what did continue was my fundamental practice in "the divine art of living." The medium through which my soul makes beauty and makes meaning.

Here is a small selection from the archive of creative things that were made.