Being a working artist means that I am always creating content. I write. I make a lot of mediocre things. I think. My things become a little more average. I dream and I struggle and I find my way through. My things become something special. Creativity requires focus, practice, inspiration, and resources to support that energy. The blog below is entirely free – made of my energy put out into the world. If you value art, artists, and the creative world they make, consider supporting me or another artist who speaks to you through Patreon.
Closing Date is Closing In
Have you wondered what the home of an artist will look like? I am wondering the same thing. Every night when I sleep, I see things. Maybe that dirt floor crawl space will be a dream indoor grow garden for my little plantlings… Maybe my custom ceramic tiles will look amazing tucked into the rise…
Paint, Panties, and Power
Monday, my divorce was final. Tuesday, I don’t remember that day. Wednesday, I took some time for myself. Thursday, I bought new panties. Friday, I worked my ass off at the two jobs while thinking about a painting I did several weeks back. Saturday, I ruined that painting…on purpose. She was sleeping, not peacefully, but…
Window on Wheelock
There, on Wheelock Avenue is a house – abandoned. It cannot speak its interesting tale. Its vine lives along tight, peacefully in some areas – carnivorous in others. There is no heat. There is no water. But the story is there, under the litter in the yard, in the corners that haven’t been touched, woven…
Threadbare
The friend I have known longest in my life has held true since my earliest childhood. I remember very little of my youth outside of her. We got into the most innocent of troubles together. I knew her like I knew my own heartbeat. She had blankets, always – ones she pulled fuzz off of…
Ink and Permanence
Tattoo Cannot undo what has been done Faded pain, never gone Ink under the skin Permanence forever drawn There are some thoughts that persist with me regarding ink. The metaphorical ink of COVID-19 has become a literal artistic medium for me. I have also been writing like my liberation from fear won’t happen without first…
Artists and Editing
Editing is a common struggle for artists. Nothing feels finished. Everything can be improved. There is a nasty, self-critical process before putting art in front of an audience – and the torture often continues after that “publish” button is mashed with eyes averted. As a musician, I was able to release the editing anxiety as…
Today, I need to talk about choice
I have one vaccine dose making antibodies throughout my person. The second dose is less than a week out still. I got my hair done because it was flat and sad, like me. I am whole heartedly subscribing to the philosophy “fake it until you make it” while tears stream out of my eyes. I…
The Plan
I should have been in Scotland already. I was set to be there in February, then I was set to be there in March, then I pushed it back to “later.” Today I feel the full weight of being both locked in and locked out. People around me are getting the vaccine, finally. It seems…
Pain Unloaded
WARNING: There is “adult” language and content here…decide if you are an adult today or not… I have a notebook filled with writing that fell out complete. I barely edit. It is time to put it out of my book and into the world so my feelings can adjust too. Consider this a gross download…
Pathways and Journeys
Pathways and journeys leave marks. Memories. Scars. For a long time in my clay work, I cut clay with wire and changed directions wildly, as if the change of direction itself was of interest. I let the tool jump up and down on the surface of a spinning vessel, as if a record of change…
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