Wednesday, November 25, 2009


inside these

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

So next week I enter my safe zone for baby having. 37 weeks! He is moving so much and I just can't wait to see his face.

me and my pumpkins.

Monday, October 19, 2009

My most recent endeavor has been drawing pregnant animals.
Okapi. ( extinct)

there's also a fox and hyena, and Im going to keep making more throughout the rest of my pregnancy. maybe after too. At the last show I was in I had these up and this woman came right up to me and starting talking about totem animals (animals that are connected to you.. spirit animals) and to pay close attention to animals that come to you out of nowhere. I looked up some of these but the only one to have any strong references was the buffalo.. They are the uniting force between the mundane and the divine. hm. neat.
buffalos are cool.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

a delicate arrangement of situations

I was in Art school for the last four years. During that time stuff starting uncoiling out of me through my hands. Forms of wool or rubber, configurations of fabric and glue glue glue. tiny stitches with hair as thread. spindly, squirmy, warm, grubby things. These things, during the process of making, and their result, was always intimate, sexual, childlike, and fragile. needing protection, like tiny babies. I always thought of my sculptures as babies. helpless little blubs. When I finished with these years of education, i stayed in the town where i went to school. That is Gainesville, Florida. I kept making these objects, and found when i went without doing so, I felt very stuffed up. I lived with a boy. Love took over and now we have our own little baby growing inside of me. This baby is art. He is my sculpture. What about the other art? It feels dead in comparison. It needs to be revived, I don't want to lose it. This blog will be the story of me, baby, and art.

spermy i made when i was pregnant but didn't know it


cerclage chair. I didn't need a cerclage. I don't know why i was so worried.
grub in a crib
stitchy rubberies in a high chair
dancing under a bed