Reach Out Touch Faith

So I'm three weeks away from graduating from Cal Arts. Tis strange. Most of all because my relationship with Cal Arts is so long running. In some ways it makes perfect sense that I would go from being a prospective student in 1998 to a party dorm crasher in 1999-2000 to a curious question asker, campus sniffer in 2002 when I was looking for undergrad writing programs- I went all the way to the school to ask about the program I am now graduating from only to discover it was a graduate program only- to article writer, I wrote an article about the Halloween party and campus nakedness in 2000 for Glue Magazine, to model, I modeled in my friend Meghan Wincors fashion show in 2000 and like I said an intoxicated Halloween party crasher three years in a row, to MFA graduate. I went to many Cal Arts parties when I was 19 and 20 and spent many nights asleep in a sleeping bag on Meghans floor. After all that I spent THREE years trying to get into Brooklyn College's writing program after I moved to NY and cooled my heels on the whole coming back to LA thing. Alas, Cal Arts was the only place that would have me. I can't imagine having gone anywhere else. I am so excited and proud to be a part of this schools history. From their involvement in Women House and the feminist art movement of the 1970's to the the beauty of early Disney- yes, its one of the only evil corporations I can't hate due to childhood love, I also can't bring myself to hate Starbucks or In N Out. I would be lost without a Grande black iced tea and a grilled cheese animal style- Anyhoo, oh Cal Arts, I love you.
Wish me luck.

You Know I Love It

I just finished reading this horrible, intentionally misleading, fear mongering article about baby making and how as we get older, and women approach that all terrifying age of 30, our options for motherhood, that all purpose life making, all meaningful "goal of all goals", literally begins to shrivel up and fall out of our vaginas. Well, as someone who is almost 30 and likes kids alright, but not enough to twist my life, finances or happiness into a pretzel to start baby making before I'm ready, I have this to say, what if I just give birth to myself over and over and over again until I'm ready to give birth for real? I'm sure both of us will be better for it. Until I can become all the me my mom gave birth to me to be. Besides, she worked hard for me to get where I am today. Who am I to not work my hardest for her?
The women in Mary Cassatt's paintings experience love, tenderness, privacy and leisure. She was a remarkable painter for her time. Not because of how she painted, that was unquestionably superb, but of what she chose to paint.





Those little ears!! Look at them!

Matias posted this on his facebook and it reminded me how much I love her. I have an original screenprinted poster for her Hon-en-kathedral show in my office.


It was cool to see a huge version of my poster at the WACK exhibition at PS1 a few years ago.

Ono, pure amazingness.

Flight of Fancy

I still don't have a working camera. So instead I thought I 'd start posting random randomness. Did you know that my favorite animal is the hippopotamus? It's true! I love hipppos. I love lots of animals, actually, I love ALL animals, but I have my favorites and the hippo is my first. I might get one tattooed on my arm soon in old victorian sketch. I know, I'm crazy, but did you also know that I LOVE tattoos? I do, love love love them, think they're sexy. Short of a full body face tattoo circus coney island freak style the more tattoos on a dude the better. Actually, no leg tattoos, I'm not into those, but arm tatts are good. Weird, I know, right? Anyhoo.