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
A few months ago, I started drawing a series of faux film movie posters inspired by life and fiction in Los Angeles. Each piece was conceived of and drawn in one day. First, while riding the bus from Echo Park to Downtown, I wrote the joke/concept in a notebook. Ideas were inspired by billboards, newspapers, … More PRINTS! PRINTS! PRINTS!
I need overheard conversations; this is often where I get my ideas. I take notes constantly. I turn snippets of language into drawings. Sentences or fragments get channeled through a process that sometimes takes years to become a drawing. Although I’m a pretty traditional artist in that I make drawings, landscape drawings, I don’t … More The Tragedy of Dylan McKay, A Conversation with Robyn O’Neil at Coronagraph
The story of Mannequin involves a woman from Ancient Egypt, named Emmy. The gods curse her as a thing, a mannequin, because she wants to marry for love not status. It’s a spell that lifts through time and lasts until 1987– when she meets Jonathan Switcher. He puts her together, literally, like he works at … More Memory Cinema: Mannequin (1987)
“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 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