Origin
A compass for becoming.
The Helm of Destiny began as a hand-built artwork in the desert. It became an image for the question beneath this practice—how do we find our own direction without losing contact with the world around us?
Built in the dust.
The first version was called the Helm of Dustiny—a wheel built for a pirate camp at Burning Man. After the dust settled, the object remained. So did the question it carried.
I made it as a compass: a way of asking what it means to stop chasing lights that are not one’s own and steer toward a more honest life.
The center is in the center.
The center is everywhere.
Inward and outward belong together.
The first inscription points inward—to the body, direct experience and what is true. The second points outward—to relationship, participation and the world around us.
The colored handles now represent different ways of finding that orientation: touch, presence, movement and words. Each is a distinct practice, but none stands apart from the others.
Orientation, not control
A helm does not control the sea.
It does not force the ocean, eliminate storms or guarantee the destination. It helps us stay oriented through it.
My work is not about telling people where to go. It is about helping them reconnect with themselves so they can navigate their own lives with greater freedom, presence and integrity.