Sweet Monotony.

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass. What novelty is worth that sweet …

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 …

Pulling Grease.

I spent yesterday morning pulling grease - an incredibly messy, extremely rewarding process.  I discovered a way to turn it a soft peach color solely by mixing different types of grease together (I feel as if it is important to keep the substance pure due to the conceptual/material nature of this project).  I have fallen in …

Grease.

No pictures today, just words.  I've been contemplating a sort of collaborative project with my father that will include lots of grease.  The ball has finally begun rolling and I am hoping to share process shots by this weekend.  I realize how vague all of that sounds, but the point of this particular post is …

You Were Born To Have.

Flashback to Fall Semester sophomore year; I was in a serious collaging phase and I made this. From the get go I loved this collage, but it was never in its final form.  During the time I was still collaging it was suggested to me that I take a silkscreening class.  I signed up for one this …

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 …