Week 23, 2026
Location: Santa Fe & Embudo, NM
What I saw:
A series of un-attributed screenshots.
The practice of scrolling back through old screenshots has become a sort of divinatory practice for me lately.
What I heard:
“Women die with terrible Venus/(venous) congestion.”
An earnest statement not intended as a euphemism but taken as such.
What I smelled:
Mugwort & Wormwood Moxa
In an attempt to ward off a recurrent desire to pick up a smoking habit I’ve become addicted to heavy incense and self-administered moxa for menstrual cramps.
What I tasted:
Chowards violet mints.
I found a pack at the bottom of a purse I hadn’t used in some time and remembered how much I missed them. The world needs more flower forward breath fresheners.
What I touched:
The cool flowing water of the Rio Embudo.
What I wore:
Ankle strap tabi pumps and a red scarf.
What I desired:
A room full of blue.
What I read:
“I then felt like a tiger with a deadly arrow buried in its flesh and who was slowly circling the fearful people to find out who would have the courage to come up and free it from its pain. And then there is the person who knows that a wounded tiger is only as dangerous as a child. And coming up to the beast, unafraid to touch it, pulls out the embedded arrow.”
-Clarice Lispector, Agua Viva
What I thought:
In multiple directions at once while holding to a singular vision.
