Week 22, 2026

Location: Santa Fe, New Mexico

What I saw:

Plants in ecstasy from monsoon rains.

What I heard:

Sinn Sisamouth, because the season is here.

What I smelled:

Multiple variations of an interpretation of a color-field.

I’m working on formulations for an installation Saint Profanus is doing for Currents New Media Festival in two weeks.

What I tasted:

My favorite natural red that was finally restocked at my local wine shop after 6 months.

What I touched:

Scissors to paper, rubber cement to paper, paper to paper. Had a lovely dip back into my much missed collage practice.

What I wore:

La Perla lace-cut leather & blue suede peep toe mules.

What I desired:

Black Hair by Domenico Gnoli, 1969.

I have Alice Maher’s 1998 Magdelene…and an obvious hair thing.

I think these two together would be an interesting conversation.

What I read:

What I thought:

When I hear someone say that they can’t eat something because of the smell or the texture I can’t help but think that they have some deep and unconscious fear of vaginas.

There’s a lot of talk of penis envy thrown around, but we rarely ever unpack the silently held terror of the female body.

Eating pungent durian, sucking the slippery brine of an oyster, relishing the smushy flesh of an eggplant…these are all small seductions of the divine feminine/Mother Earth.