Just knocked 10 bucks off this lil original painting in the shop! She is a feisty lady and her tiny green swamp ghost pal are in need of a good home 💕It was painted on the last of my blackberry stained pinewood to boot🌿✨
yes and no.
i was raised pretty religious. i had bible study, my mom taught sunday school, my friends parents held service in their living rooms and in public parks, they even baptized kids in their bathtub. my grandparents always had holy water out at their houses to bless ourselves with as we walked through the door. religion consumed my life until i hit my late teens and said “no more”. initially my parents were. not. happy. it was chaos at first, but i didn’t budge. it all began unraveling, for the better, from there.
i believe in kindness, in nature, accountability, standing up for myself and thinking critically. i still feel like many things are sacred, beautiful and miraculous. i don’t stand for bigotry, oppression or suffer fools, ever. i do not have the time and will shut down someone acting like bonafide trash (i.e. no racism/transphobia/homophobia/sexism/general pleb bullshit etc. allowed).
i understand that in the grand scheme of things we are small, don’t understand anything, and probably don’t matter, but that’s ok. the love we feel and put into the world matters. i don’t follow a doctrine or go anyplace to pray and worship. i don’t feel like i have to. i just go outside.
p.s. i hope my response doesn’t come off as hurtful to anyone, it really wasn’t my intention. this is a process of decolonizing my own mind and heart. organized religion isn’t for everyone and that’s ok.
Just got a TON of new panels to paint on courtesy of my Dad! He’s a woodworker so I get the beautiful, beautiful scraps of leftover wood. I’m excited to paint on these. These ones are pale and shimmery, a fresh change from the moody dark wood I usually paint on✨
i made this teeny painting earlier this year for roos arts gallery in new york (the beautiful, amazing gallery where i am currently represented, yay!), but i don’t know if i ever shared it here? if i didn’t, here it is. it’s called “soul tea" and is about feeling like a weird/sad/femme/dopey/beautiful bruja. she’s got a fire in her belly!
my favorite page from a recent issue GINZA magazine. a page full of ice cream!
forgot i drew this. i think i might make it into a zine all about bad habits.
A year ago we got married. A year later we ordered the same cake, and ate it in bed while watching scary movies. FULL MOON/FULL HEART CAKE🌕💕
i love this girl’s eyebrows from a clipping i took from so-en magazine. lavender sunset brows!
here are 11, since it’s my lucky number, that i’ll love till i die:
i basically enjoy movies where “nothing” happens or where very horrifying and beautiful things happen. i also love czech new wave movies, daisies and loves of a blonde are some of my faves from that flawless art movement. i love todd solondz’s movies very much, palindromes in particular. i love ingmar bergman movies. haha wow this is actually kind of hard because now i want to list a million more directors and movies! i didn’t realize i had watched so many great films till now.
that all being said, my favorite genre of film is horror, especially the slow burn creepy ones. from no budget art house to big budget atrocities, i feel like i’ve seen ‘em all and i am always hungry for more.
summer of spooky
We drew pretty naked people with our eyes closed.
I have been pretty sick lately with a lung infection and a pesky fever. I’ve basically been bored out of my mind and stuck indoors for over a week. Yesterday, Sunday, I woke up at 4 a.m. And couldn’t fall back asleep. When it got light outside around 4:45, I rolled over and poked Graham. I wheezed for a minute and said “I want to go for a walk right now very much.”
I was mostly joking because it was so early and so outside the norm of something we do, especially when I’m really under the weather, but Graham said “Let’s go!”
So we went, and everything was very beautiful and shockingly quiet. I felt normal and that was important to me. It’s special and rare. We walked for over an hour and went back to sleep in our bed right when the sun started to pour in. I had mint lemonade for breakfast. I could hear trains howling right before I went back to sleep.