“There are other noteworthy characteristics of this rock art style: Anthropomorphs without headdresses instead sport horns, or antennae, or a series of concentric circles. Also prominent in many of the figures' hands are scepters--each one an expression of something significant… — Amy Irvine Copy Share
“Now I believe that true lasting change and sustainability--cultural or otherwise--must rely on something more ancient and universal: art--any form that evokes the archetypal… — Amy Irvine Copy Share Image
“There are other noteworthy characteristics of this rock art style: Anthropomorphs without headdresses instead sport horns, or antennae, or a series of concentric circles. Also prominent in many of the figures' hands are scepters--each one an expression of something significant in the natural world. Some look like lightning bolts, some like snakes; other burst from the fingers like stalks of… — Amy Irvine Copy Share
“And, sure enough, saturation begins--the staedy work of seeps and springs. Then, suddenly, cottonwoods and willows spring from the sand, their leaves gyrating into a byzantine mosaic of greens. Birds, frogs, and insects trill out brilliant improvisations--a kind of critter jazz. And as the water gathers substance, there is the ballet of tadpoles and water skeeters across the face of… — Amy Irvine Copy Share
“My home is a red desert that trembles with spirits and bones. There are two reasons I came here: my father's death, and the lion man who prowled my dreams. Perhaps it was coincidence, but a man--half wild, ravenous beyond words--slid from the dream world into the mud of the waking one the same year my father left this world… — Amy Irvine Copy Share
“I have scavenged for ways to put down roots here. I am perfroming the precise rituals required. Still, I have no idea how to… — Amy Irvine Copy Share Image
“Our most precious resource now is wonder. What we wonder ignites our imagination, unleashes our empathy, fuels our ferocity.” — Amy Irvine Copy Share Image
“God. Father. Lover. For each shaken source of faith, I have hoarded a seismic sense of hurt--a sensation that led to spiritual starvation.” — Amy Irvine Copy Share Image
“And there I am, my body shrinking away from his hungry grasp. The photo reflects just how threatened I grew to be by my… — Amy Irvine Copy Share Image
