rising and sinking

Recent drawing/wishful thinking screenprint plan. 

"Rising and sinking like a whale, she was in a sea of her own waves and perhaps of self-generated cold, out in the middle of the lake..."

-Eudora Welty

col-lab-or-ate

Tis funny when your iTunes goes all a-shuffle, and suddenly things just sound so right. 

against all odds

How the late nights have been spent, lately: Pumping fists. With my eyes closed. 

learning to stand

At the end of May, the does give birth to one or two fawns; at first they lie helplessly.

A fin mai, la chevrette met bas un ou deux jeunes. D'abord, le faon sance forces gît sur l'herbe.
A few hours later they can already stand on their feet. 

Mais déjà après quelques heures il se dresse sur ses pattes.

ºººLa Forêt Mystérieuse, par Dr. V.J. Stanekººº

jolene

A large-scale woodcut print, inspired by my grandmother Jolene. I wished to portray the sense of confusion and social distortion my grandmother often experiences due to her hearing loss, paired with the youthful sensibility of a lost girlhood.

 

There seems to be so little ahead of me now. At once eager to rise above the present, I fear a future of circles, and wonder if I will never escape the cycles. I see the world through the eyes of my grandmother, and am filled with an unbearable weight of passing time and losing time and leaving time behind. 

r-e-c-i-p-e-s

This lovely little box is everything I've ever wanted from a recipe tin. It's too good to be true, really. Such fantastic reds and yellows, and bits of greens and blues. Special thanks to Kindra for the loan, and for the recipes enclosed.

zesty pickles

SEE Malcolm Gladwell explain the existence of zesty pickles, among other things, and why they make us happy. 

READ his recent profile in NyMag, wherein he discusses his latest book, Outliers:

"Great people aren't so great. Their own greatness is not the salient fact about them. It's the kind of fortunate mix of opportunities they've been given..."

It is people like this man that brighten the dead-brained nights of semester's approaching end. I fear that too much doing has made me forget how to think, and I plow forward towards the glow at the end of the corridor, dreaming of an afternoon without agenda, lying on the carpet, wrapped up in a flurry of words.

another world

Today I wish to escape to this place. I'll imagine I'm bouncing amongst blossoms, staring at the sunlight through the branches of le petit tree. From Le Petit Arbre, par Thelma Volckman Delbesse, illustré par Sylvie Selig. 

I need another world. Moi aussi, Antony. 

gifted

Dear Katelyn Farstad, Thank you leaving such a terrifically tasteful little storage device in my studio today. You said it reminded you of me, and I think to myself, "Hmmm...Being synonymous with hot pink and gemstones and fencing in hot pants isn't such a bad thing in the grand scheme of things...in fact its pretty rad." So thank you, Kate, for being crafty and uplifting and inspirational and massively multi-talented. And thanks also for thinking of me––it means multitudes. Sincerely yours, TTYL, Aimee.

sherman

A new friend came to stay today! Otto, meet Sherman. Sherman meet Otto. They're getting along well thus far...sort of. 

Play time was followed by floor time was followed by nap time. Don't worry, a & c! The pup is in good hands. 

long johns

when i awoke early yesterday morn, i wished to myself for it to be appropriate to wear long-john sets in public. ice now coats the grass like a ganache of glass, and as i settle into the momentum of a sleeplessness, i embrace the chill of this new season, mindful of the fact that it is this severity of seasons that suppresses the weaknesses, paradoxically sugar-coating the blows.

or, perhaps, it simply reminds me that i hold in my possession my own coat of armor, the tools of survival to make it through to the spring. 

long johns rule. i'm searching for another set. and sorry for this awkward shot. American Apparel©, eat your heart out. 

dainty hippopotamus

When I was little I really wanted to be a zookeeper when I grew up. Well I'm grown up and sometimes I still want to be a zookeeper. 

There are only 3,000 Pygmy Hippopotamuses remaining in the world, but a new one was born recently at the Taronga Zoo in Sydney, Australia. Say hello, everyone, to baby Monifa. Oh precious. 

giant flag for obama!

Videos by Andrew Gauthier and his dear friend & fellow patriot, Isaac Gillespie. Every heart beats true, 'neath the red, white, & blue...Thanks guys! I miss you. 

and then a hero comes along

...with the strength to carry on, and you cast your fears aside, and you know you can survive. 

barack obama and mariah carey have simultaneously made my week. i cried a little bit. don't tell anyone. 

you can vote however you like

when i say barack, you say obama. 

barack. obama. vote. tomorrow!

fragments of days old and new

Daily meditation books from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The bindings are dry and crumbling, but the words inside have yet to fade. Such a beautiful display of decay. 

My life as of late has played out like a tragedy of Shakespearean absurdity, filled with errors and exits overlapped by acts of illness and incompetence. The curtains rise and all is in place, the curtains fall and chaos seizes all. Cues are forgotten, understudies have moved on, and a spotlight of assumptions and internalized accusations forever burns the pinholes in my eyes. And so I've come to realize the play is not the thing, and I've given up on catching, the conscience of a king. 

But as the curtain rises once again, I will try my best to make it through to the end.  

function follows

The explosion of a boiled egg gives rise to contemplations on form-making, as I sit in the sunlight daydreaming of the endless possibilities of the egg. I would very much like to make something out of this–a bowl, a chair, an overstuffed thing? 

The Mr & Mrs Jones collection, by Polly George. Whimsical forms, with function. 

"Form follows function––that has been misunderstood. Form and function should be one, joined in a spiritual union." -Frank Lloyd Wright