Haunts.

Haunt (v.) - to recur persistently to the consciousness of; remain with Haunt (n.) - a place frequently visited I am making haunts. Both my mother and fathers childhood homes and the first house I lived in - all three gone to us now.  The places we began.  My parents homes represent a life before they were aware of one-anothers existence (a concept fascinating to me).  Mine is …

It Is Me.

These rags are a beautiful, emotional, mess.  They smell horrendous and instantly transport me to a childhood spent around cars in the garage with my father.  The colors are warm and inviting - flesh.  They beg to be touched, handled, which mimics how they were made.  Their creation served a purpose, having a very specific, useful job.  They are shop …

In The Garage.

I have been embroidering beads nonstop (except obviously as I write this) for the past week.  I have seven rags done - ten to go.  This process has allowed me a lot of time with myself and my thoughts; it might be nice to share.  You may or may not know that I've been screen …

Rags.

At one point I had mentioned that I was pulling grease through my silkscreen (here).  Things have been progressing beautifully since that post. I started out with 17 white 12x12 square shop rags I cut from cotton t-shirts.  I then printed a photograph of my father holding me when I was an infant in his 55 chevy.  I …

Making Babies.

My absence has not been due to a lack of productivity on my end, but in fact quite the opposite.  I feel as if there has been so much on my plate that I don't even know how to begin to share any of it.  I will be spending much of my time in the …