These are not clouds, but unsung melodies, waiting for somebody to understand their silence.

To me, pride is a silent understanding of your needs. A recognition of the strength you possess and the vulnerability that has brought you the strength you have. Our power comes from harnessing that which has power over us and guiding it, rather than trying to control it. Pride is having the strength to recognize your frailties, the strength to live simply and know that what you have is what you need. Pride is humility.

The sacred geometry of the salvage.

I like to use what's at hand. To harness the power of the materials and let them speak through me. All the materials in this mandala were either found in the dumpster or rescued on their way there. I like the idea of turning urban refuse into something to cherish. It's a way for me to find light in the excesses of the society we live in today.

Zampoñas

Charlie and I went backpacking through Pt. Reyes last weekend. I found inspiration in the way the wind blew through the pines and in the shelter we found among the ferns. The ripples were everywhere. Shaping and shaped by the mountains and the sea. It was slow and meditative and perfect. The spirit of the pampa was with us the whole way. On the last leg of the journey we sat down by a marsh filled with dry reeds and somehow ended up making pan flutes. 

Urban Redwood Salvage

This table is made out of redwood branches I found in the dumpster. The dumpster?!? 

Sacred Shavings

These are the first sacred shavings from my chisel. Photo by Charlie.

Carving away my sorrows

I've spent countless hours sharpening this chisel. Sharpened till I bled, sharpened until my knuckles buckled, sharpened sharpened sharpened. It's very important to bond with your tools.

Pachamama

Painting is unexplored territory for me, I'm used to carving wood and bending metal. It's a slow process, inspired by the ripples of the wood and the curvature of the sound waves.