My mother used to collect postcards. She probably had thousands of them. Whenever someone went on vacation they knew to bring her back at least one postcard. From the 60’s through the 90’s she recorded a small history of tourism in big cardboard boxes with each country reserved to a specific manila envelope. I never saw her look through them. She ( Read more... )

I still believe that it is our actions that define us, not our conditions. Our conditions are simply catalysts for response.

Today as I walked back from the hospital to my dorm, a shout came from a car stopped behind several cars at a red light. I didn't hear what he said, but seeing that he turned to his friend smiling and then looked back at me was informative enough that it was stupid and directed towards me. As I walked towards the car, I stared directly at the boy ( Read more... )

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Pomegranate juice splashed into my eye, stained my cuticles, shined a pinkish mauve glaze on my fingers. And I could be very classy, eat the pomegranate seeds with a silver spoon, but I prefer to eat them with my hands ( Read more... )

Ocean City, New Jersey
December 2006

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After making love, after watching him get dressed for work, after he kissed me goodbye - I couldn't sleep.

Sometimes I feel as though I am a bruise waiting for the purple and yellow pigmentation to leave evidence of the transgression. What trans... Then barely a minute later, I get up ( Read more... )

There's an art to packing for one week with only one backpack and the overbearing urge to stuff it with sketchbook, pencils, charcoal, camera, journal, black ink pens, book, glue, and Sharpie's ( Read more... )

Currently untitled and unfinished.
Archival tissue paper, wax, oil paint, thread.
I don't know the exact size, but the paper is about 7 feet tall.


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This morning as I was leaving my studio...


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