Sunday, January 23, 2011

I moved.

Hi blogger.

We need to talk....
I first joined you because I didn't know where else to go. You offered me a safe happy place for blogging. But times change, people change, and new blogs present themselves with bigger and better opportunities. I'm sorry, but this just isn't going to work out anymore.
I still want to be friends.

Here's my new blog, if you care....

Bye Bye Bloggy

Friday, December 3, 2010


been thinking a lot about Keith Haring and sketchbooks.
"Pure Art exists only on the level of instant response to pure life."
I am enjoy dreaming too - very vivid and specific dreams. night and day.

big things happening soon. big different things

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

return to paint

work in progress:

in an attempt to loosen up, i have been painting. slashes, drips, chunks... i'm trying to just let it happen, and love it for what it is. something i am working on in myself too

also, here is Nick and Nathan of Tera Melos wearing my (and Comma's) shirt -

Comma played the best show (i think) ever on the biggest show they've ever played - at UNH with Giraffes? Giraffes! and Tera Melos. I coulda cried. so proud!!

here is a SICK video of the last part of their set - my mom was taping from the side of the stage for the first part. i took the camera from her and thus the trip begins... listen for the "CAN YOU GO TO THE CAR AND GET MY CAPO?" "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" and then me going to find Joe from Giraffes to ask for his capo, following him around to the other side of the stage, then back in front....

Friday, November 5, 2010

little of my own creation

I have been working on things like Wrong Brain and baking and not on my own work. Sadness.
Well, here is a "letter from the editor" I wrote for WB4.

Artistic Family

I appreciate the lone artist, the starving shut-in who paints masterpiece after masterpiece until she dies, cold, staring at her latest unfinished offspring. She is a hero who is read about in art history class, giving me and other hopefuls a romantic ideal of artistic euphoria. But with such creative energy comes an inevitable reclusive, destructive and depressing lifestyle. Why is the most tormented the most powerful? I desire the traumatic to motivate. This desire is unhealthy. I need an artistic family.
The Damaged Soul has been my unrealistic artistic ideal. I recognize the deliriousness and hopelessness of my Artist Hero. My work compared to the Damaged Soul’s just seems fruity. Silly. Fake. If I aspire to be a demented genius, why do I spend my time publishing zines with my colleague’s work? Why reach out to the creative beings around me?
Perhaps if I cannot muster up enough creative energy within myself, I can harvest it from those around me. Although the ideas and subjects themselves are birthed from my subconscious, a fervent motivation to give them a proper home is not always present. Seeing and feeling the work of my artistic family drives me to get these things out of my head and into the world. Perhaps I can kill my Damaged Soul ideal with my artistic family, Wrong Brain.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010


wow! I can NOT stop obsessing over the X Files. It blows my mind. Aliens, government conspiracies, diseases, science, time travel, freaks, ghosts... everything I'm afraid of, basically. Except there are two super sexy smarties investigating these issues. I had not seen a single episode before the very first, I am working my way chronologically so don't ruin the end for me! I'm at the end of the fourth season, Scully has a brain tumor and Skinner just got fucked by the Cancer man. Oh shit!! So suspenseful!!

here is a WIP for one of my brother's friends, Trevor. this was a challenge for me because he was very specific in his requests! in terms of concept and appearance. still working on it!!