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The Evidence of the Moon is a garden gallery art show in celebration of my next book The Moon and Her Muses.
Join me for a night of fanciful art and music. I highly encourage dressing in your feminine best! The show itself runs from 5 - 9 and then we will have an after Party at the House of Ra until midnight.
Let me know below if I can expect you!
The Book
The Evidence of the Moon is a byproduct of my next poetry book The Moon and Her Muses.
The Moon and Her Muses is an art collection of poetry, film photography, paintings and sketches that encompass the themes of the feminine, to bring the reader on a journey into their feminine essence while also shedding light on the aspects of owning a womb, that isn’t currently supported by our social and governmental systems. The collection itself will be published in a coffee book style publication this fall.
The principles that make the structure of the book are ones of life, death and rebirth as well as the seasons. For a womb owning body, every month we experience a sort of dance of death, rebirth and life - much like the seasons of the weather on Earth. This sort of knowledge is becoming more readily available but still for so many there is a disconnect between what our bodies tell us they need and what the world demands of it. Therefore, the poetry and imagery will focus on enlightening and empowering the reader to understand what is happening in their bodies scientifically and how they can leverage that knowledge to become a more nourished, inspired and revolutionary generation. I will write the poetry in each season of my cycle, while I continue in my studies and understanding of the science of my body.
What is a garden gallery show?
I love gallery openings. How they bring in people full of inspiration, and wonder, and criticism. How the host of people that come to support an artists’ dream come for their varying reasons and yet they have all slowed their days enough to enjoy work hung in a well lit hall.
But galleries are so… dead sometimes.
White walls with patchworks of plaster bandages and angled lights. They stand empty most of the time - though there is peace in that - I wonder what life may come from hanging my work amongst the trees.
Risking nature against a body of work that means so much to me.
I love the imagery of my book set along side what is alive and well in the world. A small garden and pond in the arts district of my home town. My friends and family and peers whom I cherish so widely, coming dressed as if they are to meet fairies. To laugh with satin and butterflies around their necks.
Beautifully talents musicians and poets and feelers and heathers all gathered to witness the work that has kept me up for months. The message that has kept women up for centuries.
The mission that will keep us up well into our future, tending fires of the feminine. The chaos. The unknowable.
A garden gallery show isn’t common, nor have I decided to describe it plainly. Instead I invite you into a world of whimsy, a world of beauty, a night to be remembered.