As AQUARIUS sediment seeps into PISCES, we live a mermaid musical fantasy in reverse. The direct-to-video sequel, where we yearn to get OUT of human society, beyond the hunky impartial prince and lose our legs. This month is for all the little psychic knick knacks...the direct sense of knowing
FEBRUARY 2021 As we celebrate the restoration of presidential sanity, we also know "restoration" isn't the point. America loves to idealize its past, but going back to "normal" when it led to a fascist apocalypse, is simply not worthwhile. What really prevents people from
ELECTRONIC BBQ Astrology of Jan 2021 I used to run track, I used to wear a stop watch, I used to crouch and wait for a starter pistol bang. As we drip with sweat, still gripping the hollow 2020 baton - we enter the new year less with a bang
Art and Astrology
At any given moment, if I'm not binge eating peanut butter or organizing blouses by zoom background color, there's not much else to do but obsess over invisible things: ghosts, repeated symbols, uncanny cellphone dings, all those dang people who dreamt about the Titanic before it
Finally, we drop a heavy burden. Like the thump of a bowling ball - now creeping slowly down a slippery lane. Eyes wide at the pins it will rearrange ~ we pray it doesn’t take a curve for the gutter. With Mars now direct (Nov 13), we watch our previous
Art and Astrology
I've never had endurance for waiting. Whether it's creeping my car forward at the stop light or stewing with anger at a slow-as-hell-to-get-ready boyfriend. But, now that election season has turned us all into tomb raiders, ducking giant boulders and spinning blades right before getting under
Art and Astrology
Now that we're all radioactively anxious - arms open for the end of the world angels, we must not get handcuffed to the radiator of a fascist void. After six months of an aggressive at-home orgy with ourselves - we continue on, like paper origami folded into a
For one reason or another, like too much soccer or summer camp, I have suffered three concussions. Each its own mini-death, waking up on some hard floor or hospital bed -- “Blair, can you hear me ?” ……***who’s blair ? ** --- every clank to my skull altering my personality in both
Ah ha, another post eating the dust of delays, due mostly to an electric storm in my head. Yes, these words are written in lightning. Yes, I'm busy breaking up with my boyfriend, cleaning out our apartment, weeping and clawing at curtains (as if nostalgia could get the
While urged to go to law school or run for office in a full halloween witch costume, it's important to remember the vital role of the artist, helping us imagine...something better. As artists, our responsibility is to change minds....to hijack peoples subconscious metaphors and compost them
I am ready to smash my face into the cake of a good friend and lodge myself between two perilously dirty strangers. This desire to be close, seen and adored courses through me like a city water supply laced with love potion. Yet, as the reservoir swells, the planet who
Avant-Garde Astrology
A month into our collective isolation, we continue to transition our "real-life" skills into...whatever other shit we hope we're good at: cooking, staring, speed walking, webinar porn... And muffled under the saw-toothed desktop sound of clicking "empty trash", we each learn how to