the spitting image

you know that bully in junior high that keeps you on your toes. always saying the “right” thing or dodging into hallways. the type of bully that takes your lunch money and sucks up to your mom.
yeah, well i’m sorry to say that my bully is three. and on some days i’m terrified of him. [...]

dreams and doubt, worked out

i had a panic moment in class last night. actually is was ridiculously melancholy for a panic moment, but nonetheless..
it was the first night of a social work practice II class. i had been instructed by my adviser to skip the s.w. practice I. i’m not sure why, or if i knew what that meant. [...]

welcome to my bedroom..

i broke my promise and went running yesterday instead of posting pics. not that it was dire.
so here is the first home tour. for those of you who don’t have the pleasure of crashing on my couch (or floor) or eating my improvised meals, this is my home.
we downsized last year, and thank goodness we [...]

big delights

i want to share with you, and in return i am hoping for you to share with me, my inspiration process. it’s imperative to any artist to have a creative oasis. a place they know they can turn to when the well seems dry.
whether it’s a book, a store, a corner in your neighborhood or [...]

i cleaned it up, mostly

i always fit in well with boys. i knew the kind of trouble that called for dirty jeans and earned soda. the stuff really good stories are made of. and i was so lucky, as a kid, to have a brother and a kin of roughies to call my own.
now, i have a new crew [...]

doveasaurus

the only way i can explain to you about my little  phobia is to ask you how you would react if you woke one day and found big green scaly  T-Rexs’ flapping around in the trees and on the streets. staring at you. staring through you.
that is the way i feel about birds. big birds. small birds. [...]

warning: extra dramatic post ahead

 
i have my dad’s toes. long and slightly crooked, but not like you’d think, more like a folded gum wrapper, unfolded. and today, once again my friends, they are dangling over the ledge. the painting ledge. actually the art ledge. i’m so ready to jump.
this is after a weekend of torture. a weekend where i realized [...]

i’m a mule

you may have to hold my hand as i work my way through this. i have these sudden burst of ‘i know where i’m at’ and then fizzle, fizzle..i’m lost once again. i finished the last three pieces and immediately felt the pressure that, not only where they not enough, but they must not be [...]

this kid

 

 
he is seven (technically speaking)
he is a bleeding heart…
vegetarian
recycler
tree saver
he is damaged by the simplest things
and he hears everything
but he’s honest (when it’s important)
and likes honesty
i have had him forever
or at least since i can remember

thankful

aside from one rather sick kid (think digested chocolate bunny on the carpet of my car) and a colossal fall down some concrete stairs (think bloody knees, bandages and crutches) we had quite the amazing weekend. i have to say, at the ripe age of 24, i have found a deep appreciation for having my [...]