On Valentine’s Day, my husband went to work and stumbled on this street art piece: an arrow shot through the heart. Bright red, black, and bruised up against the telephone pole. I love the realism of the heart– is it real? A pig’s heart? Imitation? I’m not sure. I was not there in person to … More EENCH is the EENCH
Last January, around the same time an arsonist was putting bombs in people’s cars, a decapitated head was found on a hiking trail a few blocks from my house. I don’t think of myself as a city person– LA does that to you sometimes– there’s enough rolling strip malls and hiking spots to make you … More Where There Once Was a Body
“Painting from nature is not copying the object, it is realizing one’s sensations.” – Paul Cezanne I am admittedly not the best verbatim sketch artist. My drawings always end up looking like monsterous versions of the original. For instance, just drawing a little boy gets boring to me– I want to draw him old and … More Frequency Meets Volume or Translation
Tonight, I am performing my “future portraits” piece at Concord Space. I am performing this particular piece because I am scared of and interested in confrontation– how we talk to each other non-verbally and where our minds go with certain visceral judgements. I am especially scared/interested in the documentation process. How will my muse feel … More Why A Future Portrait?
My friend Annie wants to throw a Marie Antoinette party in the spirit of the historical figure and the Sophia Coppola film; she asks me to help. It is supposed to be a girly and decadent affair, something light and fun for October. Think tarts, cakes, bubbly pink champagne, dresses, and makeup or hair galore. … More On Being Girly While Being Marie Antoinette
It starts with a platform. We collect together and wait. I stand near the furthest end, where the crowd thins. A man stands next to me. I am reading. He is staring. Now he is whispering. We lock eyes. A shiver down my back. I move to the middle of the platform. He leaves the … More Balloons After Lunacy
In my dream, I am swimming with my husband and other friends. Everyone else swims at a brisk pace– several strokes ahead of me. I flutter about, getting caught up in the lilies. I am too slow. Tangled. Looking up at the sky. How to progress? I stop and adjust my bathing cap at a … More Dreaming of Lilies Before Shattering Glass
Sometimes I think about art as people more so than objects. Yes, I know humans make art, but sometimes, I twist the narrative. I like to think about art as living and breathing organism, with confused feelings and moods. I saw this large photo of a Mike Mills piece in a Los Angeles gallery. It … More Cloning A Mike Mills
I took this photo of a telephone pole in Santa Barbara near a beautiful earthy hippie beach. I like to think that these men are metaphysical aficionados and that this collection of images was somehow placed cosmically here for me to discover, only me, like I’m some dummy character in Lost and it’s a clue … More Three Men and A Mystery
“The scenic ideals that surround even our national parks are carriers of a nostalgia for heavenly bliss and eternal calmness.” – Robert Smithson I am not certain about my own nostalgia nor others expectations, but I am perhaps too aware of my body as a pool of water trying to connect to other bodies of … More Dreams of Robert Smithson at Leadbetter Beach
“Any material may be used but the theme is the same and the response is the same for all artwork… we all have the same concern, but the artist must know exactly what the experience is. He must pursue the truth relentlessly.” – Agnes Martin I like this idea of theme, response, and concern universally … More Returning, or Why Marriage is Akin to What Agnes Martin Says
“I can get away with saying a lot of ideas that are young and naive. I’m liberated.” – Neil Young My therapist said I was naive recently, and I agreed, but then sort of resented her, so I like what Neil Young is saying here, but still, I want to know what he means by … More Hollywood Bowl & Little Foxes
Revising Loneliness 