For I need to SPEAK FREELY. Without restraint…

So, I’ve been doing a lot of chatting in the past few days about my passion project: Molly- a true crime analysis:

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I’ve been chatting, speaking, blabbing, vomiting words with friends and family about it, at the dinner table, over the phone, even on the radio—

Check out my INTERVIEW about Molly- a true crime analysis from January 20, 2017 Radio Interview on ESSENCEtial Conversations CJSF 90.1 FM with hosts Rebecca Mears (catchingfire.ca) and Lucca Hallex (powersourcerer.com):

Somehow, I have NO PROBLEM chatting away here on this blog, sharing verbosity without fear—

And I have no problem, indeed it is my mission, encouraging others to speak as I capture dialogue of participants when I mind map and co-faciliate- I want to make it safe for you to speak freely—

 Then why- when I speak out loud, sharing my passion, does a voice inside my head try to shush me?  Why does this voice tell me I am talking too much?  Why is it telling me to not take up airspace, to not waste people’s time?  Who is that voice?   Why is it asking me to be apologetic?  Is it still that teen that wanders around aimlessly in my brain?

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Recall:

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But, on this weekend, of all weekends, as millions of women (and supporters) MARCHED- why would I listen to that voice?   What events in my past have trained me to listen to that voice at all?

Instead of marching Saturday morning here in Vancouver, I was busy finalizing my latest section of Molly.  I knew that for me, working on Molly was the “march” I personally needed to do for myself- to fulfill this commitment I have made.

So shush, wandering teen, you shush.  For I need to SPEAK FREELY.  Without restraint, constraint.  I deserve it.

“Continue to embrace the things that make you unique even if it makes others uncomfortable. You are enough. And whenever you’re feeling doubt, whenever you want to give up, you must always remember to choose freedom over fear.” – Janelle Monae at Women’s March on Washington, January 20, 2017.

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Check out:

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Home funeral practicum moments.

I spent a deep and profound 24 hours in Squamish this weekend co-facilitating a home funeral practicum with Don Morris and Wendy Rée.

I was honored to take part in this extraordinary event and relished in the authentic and heartfelt dialogue that occurred around  the kitchen table.

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Here are some moments captured on Saturday:

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I’ve found gaining familiarity and hands on experience with death is a good, smart, loving and healing thing to do! – Don Morris

Check out:

Canadian Home Funeral Practicums

Canadian Community for Death Midwifery

Death Cafe Victoria

Death Midwifery in Canada

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Portraits move us, connect us, pull out stories #streetart

In my street art portraits, I draw people I know, people in my social media circle, people who draw me in (pardon the pun), people who inspire me.

I have been inspired by “Rochelle” (my local barista) for quite a while now.  She was so gracious to accept my invitation to be photographed for reference shots.  The first time I saw her, I knew I needed to draw her!

We did not anticipate the power of the shoot, though.  As I explained to Rochelle what the photos are being used for, a dialogue opened up between us- a dialogue that can only be called powerful.  The honesty and transparency of the moment moved everyone in the room and I am truly grateful for Rochelle’s fearlessness in allowing us to hear her incredible story of overcoming obstacles and to document her beauty.  Her future is indeed bright.

What my streetart portraits are showing me time and again is the power of the portrait itself in opening dialogue and trust.  The reaction people have to being drawn is what intrigues me the most.

In Rochelle, I am exploring the emotions that are exuded in the moment of transparency.

Each of us has an inner child of the past living within us.  Those who needed to build no walls have access to that child’s creativity and spontaneity.  Those who had to leave this crucial core behind can tear down the walls, see what the child needed but didn’t have, and begin to provide it now.  The more we do this, the more we know that we are worth it. – Gloria Steinem

The following are samples of photos taken by my brother, Fred Thorsen.  Glorious.

I cannot put words down for what was happening to me spiritually, emotionally, or mentally…..one of the most moving moments of my life. – Rochelle

I cannot wait to continue drawing Rochelle.

I will be presenting her portraits as part of an interactive art corner at INSPIRE: An evening of bring body, mind and spirit together at the Vancouver Art Gallery on September 14, 2012.  I will start the portraits and attendees will finish them!

See more about our wheatpaste art:

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