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About Me

I'm Kafka with tits. Or I could be except for the wonders of modern pharmacology. This is not to say that I don't enjoy faux-coughing on nervous friends and that I'm not looking forward to having proper consumptive hankies complete with cheery strawberries and festive hearts embroidered on them. There are few problems that I cannot accessorize my way out of...

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Art equals escape. Who's with me on this one?Deviants, contortionists, pinball wizards, and men with old timey facial hair.Also Blixa because he rocks my world.

My Blog

new year and new room

I used to believe in fairy tales and needless to say I no longer do. This was the year of heartache. I was put through the ringer... I put other people through the ringer... Several of them are no lon...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 23:08:00 GMT

Genre Traitor

I stopped painting when I was nineteen and fell in love with intermedia. At the time I had amassed quite a collection of brushes and paints that I would haul around in a battered metal roller skate ca...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 20:39:00 GMT

Redux

He came by my house last Tuesday as I was eating soup. There were tears in his eyes but all I could see was the paper bag he held. It was full of all the scarves and socks and stray earrings...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 11:32:00 GMT

New Year/New Art

I haven't posted any new work in awhile. I've been working but the motivation to snap pictures and upload them onto this monstrosity has eluded me. Tis better than the reverse I guess!The last Art Hat...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 21:56:00 GMT

This Is Not a Penis - A Photo Blog.

Jacob and I went to the store looking for pumpkin pie but had to settle for a pumpkin instead. Notice we picked the mutant "spooky" white pumpkin. We also bought pumpkin flavored beer but it was disgu...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 20:05:00 GMT

The Green Fairy

For two months I hardly touched any of the pieces in my studio and was suffering from the most acute creative brain block. "Was" as in past tense. "Was" as in everything came unjammed today. Regardles...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Oct 2006 21:11:00 GMT

ramblings from a sunburned and waterlogged brain

There is no way to explain the sight of a million tiny twinkling lights on the playa at night. I could write a dozen volume set on sheets of vellum bound in leather with little embossed gold letters s...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 21:42:00 GMT

Art Hat Part II

This is what happens when you have a week off work, no plans, and no vehicle. You hang out in the studio, you finish one piece, and then you go completely insane trying to start a new one.
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 12:20:00 GMT

The Triple Threat

So in the last blog I introduced Vestigial Organs 9 and 10. Well, Vestigial Organ 9 underwent a little mutation, lost it's little grass skirt and spun off some proteges. So this...Becomes this...Intro...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 22:42:00 GMT

I'm a busy little bee - two new spieces!

Remember the "Art Hat"? That hideous little sculpture that just wouldn't behave and was driving me insane and confounding my sewing skills?Well, I finally broke it's will power and forced it to behave...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 17:36:00 GMT