Blue and white mandala embroidery in progress

The photographs show work in progress on a monochromatic blue embroidery on white linen mandala. This embroidery is destined to be pressed into clay to make a relief pattern for glazes to pool and reveal the slight indentations left by the embroidered pattern. Ceramics are a new medium to both me and Marc and it will be a while before that work is ready to merge with the embroidery. For now, the work proceeds in … >> read more

Circular paper grid

Paper grid in the round pattern for an embroidered mandala

In one of the early stages of embroidering a mandala I print out a paper pattern to regulate the stitches, sometimes just a plain grid-in-the-round like this one. This mandala is 34.5 cm in diameter (about 13 inches) and the grid had to be printed in pieces that here are joined with fun neon pink tape. In the next stage this pattern will be stitched to the fabric stretched on an embroidery hoop. See more … >> read more

Wet clay bowls

First day in the ceramics studio of Alejandro Sanchez, Tepoztlan, Mexico

Last week we started private classes in the ceramics studio of a local artist called Alejandro Sanchez. Alejandro’s family is from nearby Cuernavaca and has for generations produced ceramics, focusing primarily on the casting method. Alejandro himself expanded his craft over decades into every different type of ceramic, including with workshops in Japan and the USA and primarily with experimenting. His vast knowledge and gentle demeanor are a delight in the studio. Alejandro’s studio is … >> read more

The Books of Michael – Excerpt 4

From the Sixth Book of Mohammed Michael Egypt, First son of Africa.

And so it came to pass that my Michael was asked to speak at Oxford, a seat of great learning in the United Kingdom. Many leading intellectuals and scholars had gathered for his address, including the rabbi Shmuley.

"I am asking you, I am asking myself, to give our parents the gift of unconditional love, so that they too may learn how to love from us, their children. So that love will finally be restored to a desolate and lonely world."
"I am asking you, I am asking myself, to give our parents the gift of unconditional love, so that they too may learn how to love from us, their children. So that love will finally be restored to a desolate and lonely world."

Michael began*,

Tonight, I come before you less as an icon of pop (whatever that means anyway), and more as an icon of a generation, a generation that no longer knows what it means to be children.

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The Books of Michael – Excerpt 3

From the Fourth Book of Johnny Michael New Zealand, First son of Australasia

Michael Jackson on top of limo.Every night of every week of every year Michael would share his bed with children. He would share his bed with children regardless of race, creed or economic background. He would open his bed to children of all ages. His love knew no bounds.

The people of the day were concerned.

Adults do not sleep with children, they said. The people’s minds were filled with craven images, filled with the sins and filth of the world. They could not imagine how an adult might sleep with a child without all that sin and filth creeping in and soiling the thought. They would send reporters and detectives to Neverland to investigate Michael.

When they came to him with accusations he would say to them,

Why can’t you share your bed?

The most loving thing to do is to share your bed with someone. It is where you are most vulnerable. It is the greatest act of trust.

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The Books of Michael – Excerpt 2

From the Eighth Book of Elizabeth Michael America, Second daughter of North America

It was in his 21st year that Michael began his first racial transmigration. By this time he was one of the most famous people in the world. Everyone knew his face. The public eye was inscrutable, unwavering and unforgiving.

Michael Jackson in half burkaMichael was born to parents of African American descent. However as he aged through his twenties his features began to change. His cheekbones rose, and nose diminished, his hair straightened, and he began to lose color in his skin.

Michael was afraid. He knew the public would not understand this transformation. He knew how cruel their ignorance could be.

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