Intoxicating Beauty in the Portal of Love

My interview with writer Jen Sexton from The Cape Cod Chronicle went great today. I get to enjoy another interview tomorrow, this time with writer Candace Hammond from the Cape Codder. Framing digital images in a world of mattes made for 8 x 10 photos is like brushing your teeth with tweezers, or cleaning your comb with a lighter. Dingy Magazine is covering the festival for an article in their next addition. Dancing Spoons is our provider of delicious local cuisine! It is the home of the best clam chowder, it will have you flying through the catacombs of the ancient world with the magical bliss of sensory overload.

The show is already conjuring the power of the feminine mystique, and those around me are turning into feline-like priestesses of ingenuity. I can see by the fire in their eyes, everything they touch has an alchemical reaction, blushing gold. As we hack through the humid jungle of discontent, our barefeet squishing through rich dark mud, trampling swollen ripe and fallen fruits, our fists sink under the weight of our offerings of twinkling jewels, with bundles of gorgeous green clothing (fit for queens) slung over our shoulders, ripping our biceps in the tropical heat, we approach the shrine of reverence for feminine wisdom and creative power.

Inside the Temple of Isis, to which we are transported by every great love, for what is love but a portal into the divine, we come upon the intoxicating rhythm of the belly dancers and mermaid chanteuses who heal us with their immortal song.

"Offering - Egyptian Goddess Ma'at" Photo by Pandora Peoples with Victoria Ariel Brown