Aimee Traeden

I have been spending a lot of time with the poplar grove behind the house. At first I thought they were birch, but they are poplars, tall, old and wise. Holding a kind of quiet authority. They have become a small anchor point for me. Every time I walk into the center of them, something feels magical and powerful, as if I am walking directly into a portal. Ever since we arrived here in Montana on this property I feel they have been calling to me and teaching me, or maybe reminding me, that I...

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to stay authentic in a world that is evolving so fast. We now have machines and Artificial Intelligence taking over the creative world. Key word here: Artificial.  I keep seeing people use AI to make music, to write, to heal themselves and others, to give psychic, astrology, or tarot readings, acting as a real band or true mystic, when really, they just typed a few words as a prompt into a machine that uses Artificial Intelligence to...

I just woke from a dream. The kind that aches behind the eyes, from recognition. The kind that leaves you wanting to close your eyes and...