My friend Wendy had a pile of beautiful salvaged bricks in her driveway. I knew I had to build something from those old bricks. I’m fascinated by old ruined things - especially walls.

What is the self that we build? What is the mind, the body? As we build, are we increasing our power or separating ourselves from our own unlimited nature?

A Course in Miracles says this about the body:
“The body is a fence the Son of God imagines he has built, to separate parts of his Self from other parts. It is within this fence he thinks he lives, to die as it decays and crumbles. For within this fence he thinks that he is safe from love. Identifying with his safety, he regards himself as what his safety is. How else could he be certain he remains within the body, keeping love outside?”

What are you building that keeps you prisoner?

I want to transform into something extraordinary - I’m ambitious that way. I think that’s at the heart of my spiritual journey - the belief that there is more available to us than moving from cradle to grave with the least amount of pain and inconvenience.

This image was inspired by that extraordiary chrysalis - isn’t it gorgeous? Thank you Carrie for modeling and to Cara for helping fashion her dress from cheesecloth.

What dreams of transformation have you given up on?

This image was in my mind for years before my lovely friend brought it to life by modeling for it. It’s my exploration of the challenge of pursuing spiritual transcendence while waking up each day in the physical world.

As you travel around this image, let your eyes light on the “sky”, which I have depicted here as another body of water, this one feeling the first drops of rain. We are ultimately enclosed in our minds, aren’t we, until we are not?

What is your access to the infinite?

My sister and I explored this ruined motel in Florida, with this marvelous mural in the lobby area. It inspired this image of a young woman, longing to escape her small town life, mesmerized by a fantasy and stranded in time. In my story her consciousness remains frozen but fading, as the world ages and decays around her.

My friend Genna Matthew agreed to pose for this image, along with her old suitcase.

What are you clinging to that prevents you from expanding and growing?