I was born in a whale, but the whale was dead, so I thought: okay. Let’s deal with this. I didn’t know how to push. I sat there for a while and considered the art. It’s maybe a miracle. The impulse to move. I thought I could do that. I waited. I tried again. It … More Whales
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
“The longer we listen to one another – with real attention – the more commonality we will find in all our lives. That is, if we are careful to exchange with one another life stories and not simply opinions.” — Barbara Deming Last night, we walked down Western Ave, up a flight of stairs and … More Observation as a Form of Listening
“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.” – Pema Chodron Lately, I’ve been thinking about how I cultivate weather inside my body. “Is it biological? Chemical? Cultural? Hereditary?” My rainmaking is not intentional. It’s torrential: sloshing around in my stomach, collecting in a moat– aimed to isolate or protect something. This … More Hello, Sky
For the month of November, from 8 a.m. – 9 a.m., each day, I am sitting at the roundabout in the middle of my neighborhood (where Effie meets Lake Shore), and writing my “status updates” on a typewriter. Here, I report on the city, the people I meet, and whatever the day provokes. Afterwards, I … More Ritual & The Roundabout in Echo Park
“This is a project where everybody wins: the villages will get power, the cliffs won’t be damaged and it will be a work of art.”- Hiro Yamagata Sometimes, I wake up with a sense of urgency, and I immediately pull for my phone. The world is happening. I see something pretty: a elderly woman in … More Winning
“I don’t like Los Angeles. The people are awful and terribly shallow, and everybody wants to be famous but nobody wants to play the game. I’m from New York. I will kill to get what I need.” – Lady Gaga This is a pretty common interpretation of my city, which is why, it saddens me … More The Art of Living & Loving in Los Angeles
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
So, last weekend, I set up my future portrait studio at Concord for ENTER>text. Why a future portrait, you might ask? Here is my answer. What was the experience of taking future portraits like, you might ask? Here is a quick recap of the night—
Revising Loneliness 