when i was in college i wanted to make tiny altars everywhere, secrets to find in my favorite corner of the library, under the chair of a classroom, in the woods, beneath the printing press
and in buenos aires there were spaces in the walls of the street in the shape of a tiny house where the electrical and water hookups of buildings went. they were often open and empty. i designed altars and shrines to go in those too
in the spring of 2009 i wanted to make shrines, i wanted to have funerals, i needed closing rituals. for the house on powers street that burned down, for my wisdom teeth that i never got to see, for carlos oliva in an abstract sense, for the end of relationships, for panic
now i just want to make altars for my own house. maybe they won't all be called altars, but i am feeling the need to externalize appreciation and recognition and prayer and ritual. spaces that are visual and physical of what i am holding mentally, what i can't always verbalize, what i forget until i need it and call on its strength.

spirituality in the way that ginger is spiritual. a place where i can look and feel a whirring kaleidescope projection of everything in the world that is ginger, traveling along a salmon tan transparent tunnel feeling an understanding of that taste, health, color in my depths

right now what i would like:
-a space for each season in the space between my storm window and my glass window frame
-a box about the process of rock formation, about metals, about deep in the earth, about geodes inside of hidden places
-a space about teeth (my teeth)
-a spell and herbal arrangement keeping mosquitos away
-an altar (an ode) to remedios varo (who i think about every day regardless)
-to my microflora, to the living bacteria of my intestines, to the billions of organisms within
-the systems: digestive, nervous, circulatory, endocrine
-each color