Artist's Statement

All people are created equal. I have to believe this. I have to believe that we are all equally skilled, that if boring, unimaginative and unskilled people just tapped into their secret internal reservoir of magic then they could make art like me. Because the other half of me knows that's not true. That part of me knows that we are not created equal. It knows that I am both more and less than the average woman. Small talk confounds me, conversation terrifies me, I never know whether I'm doing the right thing, tormented by doubt. Though I can pull these images out of my heart with the flick of my wrist, I can barely look another human being in the face. And nobody wants avoidance. That's why I keep looking for this mythical place where everyone is as creative as me. Where people are inspired by the same thing as me. Because if I'm different, I'm not equal. And all people are created equal. They're all worth the same.

Goddess Flexagon

A flexagon is a folded paper contraption that folds again and again, displaying four sides in turn. this one features the four elemental mother goddesses as mentioned in the Multiflorate Rose.
(watercolor paper, ink, watercolors)

Yemoya

Kali Ma

Zoe

Gaia

Womb of the World

Womb of the World
(carved basswood, watercolor, acrylics)
made in carving class, fall 2008

Goodbye, Esmerelda

RIP

ESMERELDA THE IPOD

2005-2008

Esmerelda was my constant companion, my partner in crime, the only thing keeping me sane when drawing whatever for three hours on end. Unfortunateley, last wednesday Esmerelda took her own life by inexplicably jumping from my waistband into a vat of "Scarlet Fever" glaze. Maybe it was my bad taste in music. Maybe it was too many consecutive playings of the "Bohemian Rhapsody". But she was never revived to full capacity.

Esmerelda's lifeless body was taken to the Apple store, where it was donated to the Ipod recycling program. Because of this, her sucsessor in mental support, Captain Loneley, was obtained at 10% discount. Though the Captain is little and a beautiful shade of purple, he will never replace the special spot in my heart occupied by Esmerelda.

Engrish FTW!

guess this song. go ahead, guess!

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Pilchard of Semolina which rises on the Eiffel tower.Krishna which the basic penguin sings. The person, those at that EdgarAlan Poe is kicked should be looked. I eggman, eggmen which those is,am kachoo (also in juba) of coo of coo of ka of kachoo of coo ofwhich is I and the rhythmical thing Coo which you speak.Juba of juba, juba, juba, juba, juba, juba and juba of juba of Juba.Juba. of Juba… (You speak)

"Collateral Damage"

i actually made this mixed-media peice in the summer, but i havn't shown it to anybody. this isn't the best photo of it, the shadow in the upper right corner is a jar of marbles i used to hold down a curly corner. the pale shapes at the top are supposed to be airplanes dropping bombs.

it's really hard to read the detail in this picture. the writing says:

"who dropped the bombs? it didn't matter- to her."

the child is drawn on a tag from 7gypsies-it says "evidence". she holds her coat open to show a wound made of texture gel and red paint.

Angel Down Neclace

Man, that's a crappy picture. It's a Swarovski crystal pendant with some fluff from a feather. the crystal just said feather to me, all it needed was the fluff at the bottom. that circle on the right is a quarter, for size comparison.

here's a close-up: