Week 17 2026
Location: Santa Fe & Ojo Caliente, New Mexico
What I saw:
My dear friend Nikki McCauley’s prolific painting practice.
Nikki is one of those rare creatures that seems to have emerged (a la the myth of Athena) fully formed from the head of some divine being. She is incandescently beautiful in both physical and energetic presentation which extends out into all she touches and all she does. Her paintings have a quality of movement to them that feels like dream fragments dancing between realms of existence.
What I heard:
The wind in my chimes.
What I smelled:
Jouissance.
The custom scent Celine and I gathered like dew from the borderlands of our two mystic territories. A dark sparkling parfum, with the dual-natured color of an alexandrite. Notes of black datura, oud, rose and patchouli tendril like smoke in a hazy twilight. She will be sharing more about the scent and our creation process soon via her channels.
What I tasted:
Alfajores.
Helped a small friend with a baking assignment for her Spanish class. Being an auntie figure to an extended family of friends is a particularly sweet compliment. I feel touched to be the kind of adult that kids like.
What I touched:
Silky mud to my skin at Ojo Caliente.
What I read:
Words of encouragement.
What I wore:
A Luca Giordano ceiling on my chest.
What I desired:
A dress with ruffles like the Schizophyllum commune fungus.
What I thought:
I want to eat the sun, is there a biohacking possibility for human photosynthesis? As much as I would miss steak, crudo, cheese, figs, olives, diet coke and pickles, being able to justify my daily sunbathing as a form of vital sustenance (aka a meal) would be wonderful.