“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way–things I had no words for.”  

Georgia O’Keeffe

Journeys of Julia through years decades days traumas thresholds threads . . .

still sorting it all out sifting through the stuff of lifetimes and legacies looking for pointers pieces fragments frailties facts fictions as more are born some saved some scarred stifled suppressed the sublime and the divine standing strong seen as suns shining light into the unknown into the dark salvaging as much as seeking solace and refuge releasing old odd oppressive storylines . . . and all throughout a visual story emerges. was there all along. archetypes of the soul marks of the inner landscape mysteries of magic and madness . . . all i know is that i don’t know nothing . . . at times too terrifying to truly place words into the concrete slates of repetitive ego mind thoughts of old only to reenforce into the new and present . . . at times meditative dives unobstructed by constructs of consciousness into places where no words would work . . . the language and practice of and with visual media an unplanned yet natural direction and resource . . . all this and so much more why visual works . . .

~julia september 2022~san franciso