Voodoo Jar, Part 3

Voodoo Jar finale and job-interview update, all in one. Last week was sitting-on-eggshells stressful.  After a smashing 1st interview, J proceeded to hear nothing for the entire rest of the week.  I spent all day, every day, glued to my phone, waiting for a text or a call from him letting me know that he…

Voodoo Jar, Part 2

This will, I’ve discovered, become a 3-part series. Last night, I sat down to finish the painting on the Voodoo Jar  by completing the other side with Agwe’s veve. Immamou is the name of his ship. It’s strange, but I hadn’t thought of this until it reoccurred to me last night while painting, but Agwe is said to be a…

A Week’s Miscellany

Last night, I found myself sitting in a meeting room among a group of people with whom I was employed, but that I do not actually know.  The meeting table was an ovular streamlined design, the walls half cherry wood, half exposed brick.  It was at once professional, and artsy.  We were, from what I gathered,…

Voodoo Jar, Part 1

In the interests of pushing our energies toward a successful facilitation of The Move, we have started making a Voodoo jar for that purpose.  I call it a “Voodoo Jar” but it would fall more into the category of a “Witch Jar” or hoodoo, or your basic variety of root magic.  The Witch Jar, or…

Alley Art

Humans, by nature, walk through life with a compulsion to leave their mark on the world.  It’s inherent in our makeup, whether one is shooting for a Nobel Prize as a result of something Big, or whether it’s the creation of a child to carry on one’s genes, or the seeking-out of fame.  Sometimes, though,…