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Jan 102018
a head full of stars
This is how I appear when stripped of the heavy theatre makeup of earth. This is what I really am.
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Nov 102017
passing the buck to inevitability
Everything is a foregone conclusion you just haven’t realized yet. Assuming a multiverse. Assuming all outcomes. All things feel like a premonition about a memory. I always knew I’d paint this. But I didn’t know that until I painted it. The weight and weightlessness, both, of this scenario, render me generally paralyzed.
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Aug 212017
sic transit gloria lunaris
Last month, we experienced a most glorious passing of the moon. There was a lot of science flying around to explain it. But I’ll tell you the real reason, the true cause of the solar eclipse: “Calm down a moment, love.” Is what the cool, watery moon said to the sun who was spitting […]
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Jul 102017
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Apr 052016
one spirit, indivisible
I believe there is, within us all, an inherent sense of oneness that no political structure, religious construct, or cultural delineation can override entirely. This is the humanness we hold on to, each of us, as something bigger within each of our something smallers. If you wish to picture the thing I speak of, look no […]
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Jan 162016
live signal
There are times it is difficult to know… whether I am white reflections of star stuff on blackness, or inky presence on a field of nothing. A channel for light, or a translator of dark futility. A purposeless emission billowing skyward, wasted. Or a harbinger of evolved sensitivity. Acting as progenitor or scout leaves me feeling like a space probe, shot into darkness […]
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Oct 272015
the true encounter
Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay Artwork and millinery by The Bone Horse
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Sep 272015
eclipsed
I am my body of work. Ever incomplete. My changeling child always in utero, delivered to me from some more supernatural source in exchange for a portion of my humanness. An inward spring that moves the vessel. The lines between my body, my art, my home, my appearance, and my words should become, according to […]
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Aug 272015
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Jul 022015
the pain of being human
The other night, I wept on the floor over no particular drama or heartbreak, but over the pain of the world. I know. If that isn’t the most blowhard “I’m an ahhtist” thing you could possibly say… I don’t want to say it nonchalantly like it’s a normal thing. But I won’t lie. This kinda thing ain’t […]
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May 312015
new city, new hope
It has to be true that all the “new” New World names, i.e., New England, New York, New Orleans, were dubbed thusly with utmost hope and belief that they’d be the shining, exemplary beacons that the original “failures” never were. The natural human hunt for something better. I like to think of it in the […]
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Apr 292015
#bonehorsesketches
Oh, brother. Here we go. Hashtags and art. It’s okay though. It’s okay. Generally, I’m mixed on social media. Sometimes you love it. Sometimes it wrestles you to your knees in a fiery stranglehold of dissatisfied comparison and terminally crushing self doubt. Whaddaya gonna do. But it truly has its benefits. What started as a way for […]
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Mar 312015
for west is where
“For West is where we all plan to go some day. It is where you go when the land gives out and the old-field pines encroach. It is where you go when you get the letter saying: Flee, all is discovered. It is where you go when you look down at the blade in your […]
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Mar 212015
old minds, new tricks
In the way that we look at our medical technology now, and think “…man, we’re really at the forefront, we have a pretty good understanding and we have good technology.” (Well, but, we do. Right?) I think of how we used to use leeches, amputations, electroshock therapy, etc. And how at the time, they must’ve […]
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Feb 282015
uncomfortable buildup
This is the least elegant thing anybody has ever written about art. But sometimes, having the need to expel creative energy is like having to take a shit. No really. You can’t get comfortable. You keep squirming around. …you spend a whole morning being fidgety, bouncing about unable to focus. Because there’s this thing you gotta get […]
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Jan 302015
allowing
Loving both the dark and the light gives you a spectrum of vision. I will, I’m sure, travel in both places as growth unfolds. But oh man, allowing the light in is sensational. Arousing your joy of living, integrating you with the world instead of isolating you, it burns off the aches. There is so […]
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Nov 042014
all saints, all souls
Holy moly, people. Slow it down. We haven’t even washed the beer off of our Halloween costumes yet, and the Christmas trees are already up in the stores. I didn’t even have hot cider yet. CAN I NOT GET ANOTHER WEEK FOR HOT CIDER. The hallows and the saints and the souls have just whipped […]
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Sep 062014
The Bone Horse Rules for Elevated Style and Elegant Living
The shared understanding of followers of the Bone Horse style includes, but is not limited to, these rules and guidelines: The Bone Horse Rules for Elevated Style and Elegant Living -memento mori is not for shock value. but it should shake you. -drama is to be kept to wardrobes, decor, artists’ memoirs, […]
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Aug 022014
wax and wane
Isn’t it just a bit ridiculous how we expect ourselves to be able to maintain a disposition or perspective consistently. I just don’t think we can manually override the cadence of cycle. Happy people have sad days. Good people do bad things. It doesn’t unmake them, doesn’t make the good people into bad people. It […]
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Jul 042014
Born Free 6
Just outside of the crush of the city, in a canyon that holds its footing against expansion, that protects its mountain from suburbia, there’s a field full of motorcycles. And a crowd full of the people who love them. The otherwise beastly hunks of metal become spirit animals brought to life through the transformation of […]
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Jun 012014
wild woman
I am a wolf woman. A wild woman who has spent much of her life buying into being tamed. Reining in, in an attempt to be more “appropriate” as dictated by our collectively swallowed dulled mindset. Awkwardy shrinking to fit in a box that’s much too small for this soul. But restlessness has me pawing […]
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May 262014
fashion market
Oh, the love/hate of fashion. Mostly love. Often lust. And occasionally disgust. I worry for all of us who have bought the dream. I have been guilty, and surely will be again at times. The glossy pages hoisting those towering, angular beauties to goddess heights in outfits worth a college education apiece. Yet, I probably […]
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Apr 122014
style dichotomy
I have yet to reconcile these areas of preference in style. I can’t possibly be the only one who struggles with this. You like more than one style: Sometimes you’re a hippie. Sometimes you’re a modernist. Sometimes you have an identity crisis about all this and wear nothing but black for a month inciting “goth” […]
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Mar 192014
what we had
“Youth is wasted on the young.” -every person between ages 25-100 when around teenagers But I guess it wouldn’t really work if they were aware of it, now would it. It’s really more like, “Great skin, hair, metabolism, and flexibility are wasted on the youthfully oblivious. That’s what we really mean. But we’ve […]
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Jan 232014
untitled
It’s true. I’m awful at naming art. Hello, again, my old friend “Untitled,” more familiar and reliable than any other word in my artist lexicon. It would be far more appropriate to name them things like “I’m Not Totally Happy With The Blue” or “That Didn’t Turn Out How It Looked In My Head” or […]
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Jan 132014
anew
Alright, then. Yes yes yes. Obligatory retrospective new-year post. Let’s do this thing. Blah, blah, blah, learned so much. Memories, something something. …phoning it in? Don’t be ridiculous. Okay, I know. Second glass of sparkling wine. I may be shooting from the hip a bit. All joking aside. This truly was […]
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Jan 072014
Origins of style
Should you be curious as to the origins of your style, look no further than your mother. Or your father in certain cases, I’m sure. We end up remarkably similar to them. And though we first resist, many of us are fortunate enough to settle into a happy discovery that our parents are actually pretty […]
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Dec 082013
creation
I jotted down these thoughts when I was getting ready to start this painting: Preparing for a painting is what I imagine it would be like to prepare for childbirth. That being said, I’ve had no children, so I really have no idea what I’m talking about. But there are similarities here. I am making […]
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Nov 062013
Fall For The West
The first collection by The Bone Horse is now online! Fall for the West collection was inspired by, well, the West. And how a girl can fall for its beautiful faded earthtones, its rich nature, and its pioneer textures and materials. This girl did. Fell pretty hard for that warm sunlight and those scrubby hills […]
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Oct 202013
collecting a collection
Readying the goods for their online debut. Here’s a look at what’s coming, and how it’s coming about. Not gonna lie, the furballs weren’t much help, stating they were unable to work due to having “no opposable thumbs,” but they were very supportive and made sure no bunnies came running into the shot. Thanks to […]
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Sep 292013
waking city
Getting up in the morning in the city is different, I have discovered, from waking up in the country. These close quarters are such a different environment. One I wanted to taste. One I needed to try. I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the general niceness of the people in my city. I realize every place […]
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Sep 152013
The Bone Horse: Featured Artist of the Week on the Civil Clothing Blog
The Bone Horse in the blogosphere! Recently did a feature for Civil Clothing’s blog, where they like to interview artists, companies, bloggers, etc. It was great working with them, and I love their company’s mantra which emphasizes celebrating what makes you unique and going for the life that you really want. Many thanks, Civil. Check […]
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Aug 282013
the first collection
The Bone Horse is getting ready to share its first collection of goods. Waiit for it… waiiit for iiit…. No. Seriously. You actually have to wait a little for it. But I can tell you it tastes like whiskey, smells like southwest countryside, and sounds like boots on gravel. Here’s a peek: Stay tuned […]
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Aug 262013
the 7 meanings of forge
Here’s why words are great. Well, here’s one example anyway. I had been thinking about how we must each forge our way. And about pushing every day to do a little more, and achieve some progress forward. How there are a shitload of nicey-nice quotes out there about the matter, but when it’s happening to […]
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Aug 072013
the golden light of August
The light at the end of the day is my favorite. That golden, angled warmth illuminates the very air you’re in, and filters everything you see with romance and nostalgia. It takes me back to the August end-of-day, end-of-summer light from the summers of our youth. Long, hazy, sunny days, leaving you feeling full. Tanned […]
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Aug 042013
American Gold
A rolling stone gathers lots of Spanish Moss, if she’s lucky. I’m tellin you. One of the excitementary awakenings I had upon relocating to California, was that many of the bands, brands, people and things I was in love with, were now smack dot boom in my backyard. Exhibit A: Spanish Moss. Spanish Moss is […]
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Jul 042013
free at last
The feel of a couple thousand motorcycles in the California hills is, well, spiritual. In the rumble and the vibration of like objects attracted to each other you will find a searcher and a lover and a builder and a follower. The people of a tribe that do not live as a group, but are […]
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Feb 242013
fallow
If we could not beat ourselves up for our unproductive seasons, for our barren expanses of time in which we lay gathering. The way we live now, what we live in, demands proof and output. There is, it seems, less and less reverence for slow, internal growth. We want output, throughput, turnover and profit. The […]
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Feb 182013
words are things
“Words are things; and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.” -Byron Ink, today, spreads differently, I think. Consider our interconnectedness online. More available content, more voices shared, more to sort through. Now we must learn how to find each other. I […]
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Feb 112013
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Jan 232013
bag o’ bones
It’s not a morbid thing, the bones. I mean, it is to an extent. They are bones after all. It’s going to be about death at some point when you live with them. But it’s not a dark fascination with death or an attempt to be macabre. Animals are very dear to me. And a […]
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Jan 122013
Imagine yourself made of light
If only she could see she is made of brilliant white light, she would not struggle in the darkness. water-based oils on canvas
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Jan 112013
forward movement and the human spirit
One of my first couple motorcycle rides, clinging on the backseat, ducked low, going 85 through the woods at night… my hair flicking and stinging my face was a telltale of the danger. And in that, the revelation of true freedom. What I only imagine it might feel like right before death, when one is […]
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Jan 092013
remnants become artifacts
Naturally shed white tail antler. Hand painted with love.
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Jan 052013
The Bone Horse lives
A new year is a good place to start. It’s just a day’s difference, really. Which is sometimes just enough to change everything. A rebirth or a psychological shift. A milestone. After years of mental fermentation. musing and yearning: The Bone Horse lives. This thing, this idea, this mythological style creature was born for the […]