My friend Adrienne picks me up from my house and we go to the art museum. I am not feeling well, I tell her. My body is tight. My mind is tight. I strap the seat belt on and strangely feel better—to be held by a vehicle, to smell the musty upholstery. We roll the … More A Hate That Erupts In Public
Dori’s apartment is compact and comfortable– sparse, practical, but still cozy. Pouring me a glass of water, she talks about different books that she’s reading. One is called The War of Art. I take a photo to remember it. I’m trying to get better at remembering. The book unpacks obstacles artists face– ambition, blocks, and other … More Studio Visit: Dori Scherer
In college, I worked on the literary magazine, reading submissions– one of which explored the desire of a man who wants to sleep inside his lover. Like, his whole body. And he does this. Somehow, he squeezes in a foot, then a leg, torso, and so on. To her, it’s not physically painful, just boring. … More Do Not Abandon Me
“When you make art, you’re just making the thing you like and then showing your mom.” – Eva Anderson, on relating La Mélancolie Des Dragons to the everyday creative life. I was happy to interview Eva Anderson (writer for You’re The Worst) over at Fanzine. Here, we discuss our thoughts on Art and Fear, completing … More “Let’s Ironically Move to Where Twin Peaks Was”: An Interview with Eva Anderson at Fanzine
In french, femme maison means woman house, the story of which starts with a woman who is neither just a house nor just a woman. She is just an everything: a builder of forts from the couch cushions, a maker of chicken with a side of potatoes, a seamstress of dresses, a cleaner of windows, … More feathery pillows (for Louise Bourgeois)
I did not want to go running at 7:30, but I forced myself to do so. It’s always a matter of should I write or run? Today, I opted for running. At least when I run, I feel as though I am accomplishing a certain level of health. Lately, I have not been feeling good … More E/YES That Can See You
I am honored to show/sell prints from my “Coming Soon” series at Kitchen Table Gallery for their Eyes & Ears event. I love love love love the intention behind the gallery. Located in Philadelphia, Kitchen Table Gallery functions as both a living space and a gallery. Louise ORourke was inspired to start KTG by an … More Eyes & Ears Part 2 at Kitchen Table Gallery
I love holiday time because I can kill two birds with one stone. Although, I don’t like killing birds in general, or throwing stones– I have a crooked arm and a love for feathery whistle noises. You get the idea– I can knock two balls out of the park with just one punch. Guys! Oh … More Artful Gift Guide
I need solitude to self-care. Not just a minute of solitude, but whatever time it takes to situate my spirit and get into a place where I can be inside my own version of bliss. To someone on the outside, when I’m having it the best way possible, it would look like a woman alone … More My Self-Care by Linda Lay
There are few days anymore that I long to be kissed and cuddled. Saturday, July 25th 2015, was one of those days. While parking my car outside LACMA, at 10:45am, I imagined the energetic presence of a lover in my passenger seat. Someone I would’ve spent the morning in bed with – fifty percent of … More My Experience Experiencing “The Clock” by Kate Purdy
Years ago, when I experienced a deep loss, my friend Richard Froude asked if there was anything he could do. I said, he could write me a story because his stories are so beautiful. Within the week, an envelope arrived with a saddle stitched chapbook made just for me. I read it every year– not … More Incremental Light, A Conversation Between Stacy Elaine Dacheux and Richard Froude at Dime & Honey
“For me, it’s always a detail—a detail that points to a larger thing. It can be text; it can be a quote. Bits of conversation. It’s always a glimpse. I start to imagine what it points to, and that’s when my imagination really goes. I don’t really want to know what the detail points to … More Bits of Conversation & The Mystery
