"We look to ... the edges. There's a lot of edges, more than people know. Between life and death, this world and the next, night and day, right and wrong ... an' they need watchin'."
Sir Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men
I grew up at the edge of a wood, in a house at the edge of a town at the edge of the water. I attended a school which stood on the edge of a bluff overlooking Lake Michigan. I spent my childhood and teenage years walking the water's edge and the paths between trees. With the help of stories and a forest full of spirits, I grew up with one foot in the otherworld, always hovering at the edge of so-called reality.
I live in the city now, in a neighborhood full of its own in-between places: rambling, shady parks, and crooked unpaved alleys overgrown with feral trees, weeds, and the occasional vegetable garden. I still live at the edges and inhabit the in-between places, and I'm still trying to learn to dwell in many worlds simultaneously, to see many truths layered atop another, to hold within myself apparent dualities.
I work to explore these interstitial spaces in stories of encounters with the numinous and inexplicable, and in art and craft projects which combine raw natural components and manufactured materials.
I'm here to share this journey with a community of seekers, makers, and dreamers who are inspired by the mystery. I hope you'll join us.
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