dream

yelling at my father. i throw a wine bottle at him, it shatters, he picks up the pieces and pushes a shard through my left hand until it is cut up and bleeding. everyone said i deserved it because i was yelling.

live chickens for sale

after a weekend of succumbing to my parents' insistence that they buy me things (alexandra wallace, eat your heart out), a corner of my workspace now looks like a microcosm of chinatown. everyone who has come by has been gracious enough to not comment on my assertion of ethnicity.

p.s. the theme of my diet this week is "just add water". i am making my way through lots and lots of cup noodles.

press release

i'm not going to grad school this year. the results of my applications were split into two piles, one teeming with debt-ridden financial aid packages, and one expressing sincere regret that i was not among the 2% admitted. and as an artist who doesn't expect to sell physical objects to wealthy benefactors, and who has worked way too hard to become self supporting at the age of 22 and 11 months, debt was not an option. instead i am planning to move into a larger place with room for a studio, by the ocean, and continue creating for opportunities next year, or a couple of years down the line. if my goals as an artist are to be self sufficient, continuously creative, and publicly recognized, well, i can still enable 2 out of 3 goals from where i am right now. the summer is nearing, and i am forging right ahead.

we now return to your regular scheduled channel surfing through twentysomething life.

winning

this is by far the best shirt that i have found at my neighboring goodwill. tuck it into a schoolgirl skirt and daydream about hot trysts in cool forests.

art projects a-brewing

fund me here!

p.s. this is currently my number one contender for album of 2011. i'm a sucker for anything shoegaze. will the raveonettes unseat them when their album comes out on my birthday? the drama!

dream

i am given bags of pink cake balls which turn out to be ferrero rocher eating bunnies in disguise. one of them gets into a pile of ferrero rocher and bounds around in a ferrero rocher wrapper. i chase after it trying to whack it with a book.

so there you go. i am a girl who dreams about candy and bunnies.

the powers of horror

even though i grew up in a hippie area of texas and am fairly privileged and empowered now, this is why i got the fuck out of dodge. this is also why i will go to the grave kicking and screaming that misogyny exists in its worst forms, and will the real feminists please stand up.