i make films poems drawings and sometimes food.

i'm a white spectral worldbridger. i'm a shape-shifting trickster gypsy. here to create art that sparks and booms with soul. i climb waterfalls, hunt hot springs, bury myself in beaches, fly paper aiplanes over edges and feel at home in the forest. i'm a guitar-player, booty shaker, blue green algae smoothie-maker, thread between cultures, learner of languages, on fire with the holy. seeing god in everything when i'm lucky, even republicans and smokestacks. the greatest revolution is to make friends with enemies. spirits smoke pipes in my vertebrae and make me sweat, get feral, play the maraca, make thunder, sing.

i'm a climber of mountains that lives in a city. things i find sexy: wet madrone trees, the way the bark peels off, the colour of wine, shoulder-blades in sand, coconuts. if you are my friend, i have your back forever. the bees are my heroes. i come from sea-captains. i have seen their old black and white faces and they look like me but they smile less. i come from the arctic blue sky sami bright reindeer santa land, but i have been seduced by the tropics and there's no going back. i was almost stung by a scorpion. i wandered alone in the north of brazil and drank sweet coffee with rasta beekeepers. i am more here now than before but i am still arriving.

i have insomnia. i am a daughter of iemanja and oxassi, fond of mushrooms and moss, vines and leaves, bark and water. i believe in altered states. i believe in good aliens. i am a student of the medicine of the amazon. amazed by birds and bugs and whales. learning how to hear what stars say. happy when kayaking, dancing, exploring wilderness, making art, making friends, being with my family, living life as creatively and courageously as i can, evolving, taking risks, touching and being touched. we are mediums of mysteries, so i go into the dark without a light, so the roots under my bare feet can tell me the secrets in the earth's heart.

i tell the truth. i am free. i am a messenger here to dissolve and release and surrender, a drop of transforming consciousness, a twist of nerves and grace, a black hole in white space. i climb trees, swim far out into oceans and up rivers and across lakes. it's my blessing and curse to always be wandering new places. i value what is versatile and awakening. i can fly in my dreams. i can rock the mic. i got moves. i like the dirty dangerous gods and goddesses, i like funk, blues, electronic music that bends my DNA and makes me dance beyond thought. i don't meditate as often as i ought to but when i do i feel gold. i infiltrate the prison of televisionwith stealthy animation that sets the cartoon creatures free. i am combining powers with creative renegades. i want to gather berries and make a bow and arrow.

i don't need much. a bike, a typewriter, someday a little sailboat. i am best when i'm up to my elbows in earth, growing flowers.

i am a storyteller. following echoes and reflections, searching for the source. unearthing stories suppressed by mainstream radios and tv screens, arm in arm with a grassroots media that speaks truth, i see angels in brown paper bag tin can cracked sidewalk verses that shine in slums and jungles. i believe in peace but i am not as naive as i used to be. i know the earth has sharp teeth. i'm doing what i can for the earth. i am a student, i have many diamond teachers: the buddha, mayans, tibetans, indigenous tribes that remember the things people that look me have mostly forgotten, like reverence and reciprocity. i dig the physical, dig deep in every fiber and sinew, cleanse my instrument to radiate. embodying the prophecy of the eagle and the condor, i praise creation, may my words be tasty and nourish the gods that live in nature.

i am thankful.

i read lots and watch films and dance and make music. nothing thrills me like co-creation, collaboration, the festival of all the exquisite misfit mystic anarchist artists that are my peeps. i feel real and alive listening to poet friends hotwire words and all of us together revving the engine of universe. i feel good sleeping on beaches to the sound of waves, waking up outside, kissed by dew. playing capoeira and nibbling raw chocolate and mushrooms.

i grew up in canada, miami, sweden and norway. i love brasil where i feel my future and scandinavia where i feel all that made me. i dream of someday knowing where home is and having roots and planting fruit trees. in the meantime i let go into the wind that blows me and the waves that roll me and the earth that holds me.

i used to be righteous, ashamed of what people do, raging at many things: pesticides, governments, pollution. now i know it's all inside me: guns, hunger, butterflies, death, life, war, peace. so i write myself love-letters and study the art of forgiveness.

i learn the most traveling, exhausted & solitary & uplifted by a stranger's smile. so i live like i'm traveling, even if i'm just walking around the corner.

i want to express everything inside me and be empty and ready for the wave that's on its way. i want to share the journey.