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Between the Domestic and the Wild: Owning the Freedom of the Hag A 5 part Web Series hosted by Kathe Izzo via Synchcast ( "I am woman of winds, because I am well-known in the sky! Woman space I am Woman of light I am" ~ Maria Sabina Since Anita... Continue reading
Posted Nov 22, 2014 at the domestic & the wild
(links for Upworthy application at bottom) I am best known as The Love Artist, a nom de guerre given to me referring to my 10 year True Love Project, a conceptual performance where I professed to “love the world, one person at a time for one hour, one day, one... Continue reading
Posted Mar 4, 2013 at kathe izzo resume
LOVE HEALS An evolution of the True Love Project & a more transparent communication with the Love Artist ~ An hour or so of unconditional love can return you to yourself & dissolve the most complicated & knotted of love matrixes including: *love addiction & compulsion *early childhood trauma around... Continue reading
Posted Oct 14, 2012 at current opportunities
31. SPRING IS FOR LOVERS May 2003 Notes on Bernadette Argonne True Love Project Orientation Package excerpts: TAKE A MOMENT TO THINK ABOUT THE WAY YOU LIKE TO BE LOVED, NO NOT JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE TO BE LOVED, THE WAY YOU NEED TO BE LOVED TO FEEL REALLY... Continue reading
Posted May 10, 2012 at Spring is for Lovers (2003)
20. NO MAN’S LAND From : fritz cake Sent : Saturday, August 10, 2002 9:45 AM To : verabruna Subject : True Love Hello Vera, I'm holding the account that Isadora Swann is using to correspond with you about your real love project. I am a German artist based in... Continue reading
Posted Mar 9, 2012 at No Man's Land
(circa 2002) (excerpt) I don’t know what I was thinking. Even under the best of conditions, moving three kids to a new home is something that a sane person would attempt with a lot of planning and several vehicles, preferably with at least one best friend holding her hand. Moving... Continue reading
Posted Jan 5, 2012 at love capsule
</iframe<br><Br> (Arabesque, video by Mary Lucier, 2004) Stop reading right here if you are getting bored with my endless quasi, if not downright erotic, wild animal lover dreams, cause here we go again. I mean, I get it. I totally glaze over when I hear "Last night in my dream... Continue reading
Posted Jun 3, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
I have always dreamt of wild animals and the story is always the same. I have the responsibility/honor of housing a truly wild animal, something big & far beyond my capacity to control with my physical strength, usually a big cat, almost without fail a tiger. In these dreams, I... Continue reading
Posted May 31, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
(found image) I have a hard time with dusk, unless it is summer, which of course then it becomes one of my favorite times. I had no choice in being led out onto the hill in the early evening for my vision quest. My prayer for this ceremony was to... Continue reading
Posted May 23, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
I cried on the path back to the fire in a way I have not cried in ceremony before. Thank you Creator, thank you my brothers and sisters, for letting me walk in these ways. There is nothing like the feeling of when they come to retrieve you from your... Continue reading
Posted May 22, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
I am hobbling back slowly from my vision quest. I know it was two weeks ago. It has just been so delicious to be at least semi-silent, padding around in my little house, inbetween some spectacular praying in the tipi, ooh la la, some spectacular rattling and singing & some... Continue reading
Posted May 20, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
I just want to tell you that I love you & that I want you to think of me in the next days. Yesterday I was driving Nola home from a complicated and awe-inspiring afternoon communing with everything from star beings to singing blades of grass. Let's just say we... Continue reading
Posted May 3, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
I don't know if it is a good thing that I had completely tuned out that the royal wedding was going to take place this morning, I mean I knew it was happening at some point and I've seen some cheeky/sexy outfits on Kate in the past months, but I... Continue reading
Posted Apr 29, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
(from The School of Invisible Arts) There is a sinking down inside the body that enables us to open the door to creativity. There is information inside of us that is trying to speak. Essentially there are always two things happening simultaneously: one, we are experiencing and two, we are... Continue reading
Posted Apr 26, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
Lately I have been sleeping so hard and waking up not knowing where I am. I slip into this state fairly easily throughout the day: in the bathtub, after yoga, in the train. This morning, when I woke up, I was sitting in my kitchen, looking out the window at... Continue reading
Posted Apr 25, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
Tonight I will be in Boston performing a story for the Evolver Boston's brand new Ayahuasca Monologues with Jonathan Talat Phillips, Joe Moore, Kara Trott, The Medicine Hunter and Adam Elenbaas . . . my storytelling debut, off the page, off the leash . . . 7:30 at the Central... Continue reading
Posted Apr 23, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
Last summer, I was in a sweat lodge during purification at a Sundance, way upstate near Canada and a woman in the lodge sang a song that moved me. It was in English, which is unusual both in the tipi and in the lodge and it was so clearly a... Continue reading
Posted Apr 21, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
This last full moon slammed me, in the best and worst sense of the word. It started out with my cousin Sylvia's wedding at the Jersey Shore on Saturday. It was her third wedding and I don't think anyone expected it to be as insanely joyous and off the hook... Continue reading
Posted Apr 19, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
Sitting on the floor in Nola's dorm room, early morning, she is sleeping, still squished over on her side of the skinny little twin bed. I slept over. The birds are outside, speaking French as they usually do in the Spring. The branches of the big tree outside her window... Continue reading
Posted Apr 16, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
Dear Love Artist, You describe in your book that your patrons feel (or want to feel) as if they are the 'special' one, or they that they are the one you were going to love the most, or they are going to show you the real way, the ultimate embrace... Continue reading
Posted Apr 13, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
I'm pretty sure it still looks this way today too, last time I checked anyway. Today is Anne's birthday. Yesterday I was madly in love with her for 24 hours, from midnight to midnight. It was effortless. It was difficult. It was effortless because she was so game about the... Continue reading
Posted Apr 11, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
(photo by laura mulley) (photo by Edward S. Curtis) (please let me know if you recognize this image, cannot remember origin . . ) Oh my loves, it has been a long road through the fevers of isolation this week, in & out of really not feeling well & utter... Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
Kathe Izzo it's weird, when I was young I had a repetitive dream of newborn puppies, that I forgot were there, living under my bed, last night I dreamt of full grown tigers & jaguars roaming around my house (it's not the first time) Tim Sprague it's you... 8 hours... Continue reading
Posted Apr 6, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org
oh my loves, i am so sick with the flu & i was going to write off ANOTHER day but then i saw this picture of jules on facebook & i just couldn't resist so here you go ~ my gorgeous daughters & i'll try again tomorrow . . pray... Continue reading
Posted Apr 5, 2011 at brand new day love artist dot org