In January of 2004 I landed in Brooklyn and initiated PLAN B. What started out as flight from Benzie for a perpetual tour of art shows transitioned into a soft landing in the best of cities. I asked for a sign from the goddess and she delivered with a fine apartment complete with loving neighbors, perfect parking, a plethora of subway lines and the biggest damn food cooperative east of the Mississippi. Not to mention a prince of a landlord, community garden, roof access and a bathtub.

Here in the city where dreams come true, where the very stuff of reality can be scooped up in big gobs and shaped into the future, here am I - becoming. To be even more myself, to do it all and not a moment to soon.

Fascism, intolerance and arrogance are on the march, the earth is under attack. I cannot help but feel that my transformation corresponds to the horrors visited on the people. Though I am solo for now I know there are countless others like me. Being remade, wondering at our birth.

Of course I collaborate in the process, being an artist and all. Creation is my game, my gig. Let's have a peak at a work in progress.

What to do when disaster strikes? Get up out of your chair for starters - my manifesto for modern times. Following your bliss is also efficacious - I map the multiple modalities of my hearts desire. Meanwhile, let's make it all into a movie! Finally, paying the bills by dancing with a camera in between the fortunate chaos required for discovering my super-powers, (password protected).