At BRANX IN JANUARY!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
SO I DON'T TALK ALOT
On this blog. I talk with my mouth enough in real life. The pictures here, for the most part, speak enough for my life and work. I don't fancy myself a writer, though it is all I wanted to be when I was a little child. But...this month was kind of wacky. A lot of things happened. Tube tops were made. Fantasy Quest choral pieces where sung. 
I discovered an ex-date's blog entries mostly still concerned me. Calendula-infused oils were created. Moon-unit band pieces were composed and recorded. Surprise Parties were organized and thrown. Vows were made. Discipline ramped up. An ex-love propositioned me after almost 2 years of love lost. Books were published. I saw Peaches walk on a sea of hands.
My art was censored. For including an icon of a Yoruba deity on it, one I've been praying to and one that meant a lot to me. I did a lot of research about cultural appropriation in school. There's been a lot said and a lot read. It's something I think about often and something that can at times be a slippery fish in one's greasy hands. The different spiritual practices I subscribe to and ascribe to, while may be called into question because they are not in my genetics, or in my childhood upbringing, are tended to with care and reverence. The imagery that I derive inspiration from in my art comes from a myriad of sources, all of them researched and sampled/referenced for a reason. Putting one's self out there as an artist, means one may get criticized. But I never expected to get called a racist, or subtly accused of ignorance, for including imagery from other cultures and sources other than an American/white/Jewish one, whatever any of those mean any way. What do you think? When and where does our art cross the line? How do we exploit? Where do lines get drawn? What am I "allowed" to represent in my art and "who" decides the laws anyway? Why is policing still the standard practice, of the day?
SNOW PIECE
Think that snow is falling.
Think about snow is falling everywhere all the time.
When you talk with a person, think that snow is falling between you and on the person.
Stop conversing when you think the person is covered by snow.
yoko ono
1963 summer
I discovered an ex-date's blog entries mostly still concerned me. Calendula-infused oils were created. Moon-unit band pieces were composed and recorded. Surprise Parties were organized and thrown. Vows were made. Discipline ramped up. An ex-love propositioned me after almost 2 years of love lost. Books were published. I saw Peaches walk on a sea of hands.
My art was censored. For including an icon of a Yoruba deity on it, one I've been praying to and one that meant a lot to me. I did a lot of research about cultural appropriation in school. There's been a lot said and a lot read. It's something I think about often and something that can at times be a slippery fish in one's greasy hands. The different spiritual practices I subscribe to and ascribe to, while may be called into question because they are not in my genetics, or in my childhood upbringing, are tended to with care and reverence. The imagery that I derive inspiration from in my art comes from a myriad of sources, all of them researched and sampled/referenced for a reason. Putting one's self out there as an artist, means one may get criticized. But I never expected to get called a racist, or subtly accused of ignorance, for including imagery from other cultures and sources other than an American/white/Jewish one, whatever any of those mean any way. What do you think? When and where does our art cross the line? How do we exploit? Where do lines get drawn? What am I "allowed" to represent in my art and "who" decides the laws anyway? Why is policing still the standard practice, of the day?
SNOW PIECE
Think that snow is falling.
Think about snow is falling everywhere all the time.
When you talk with a person, think that snow is falling between you and on the person.
Stop conversing when you think the person is covered by snow.
yoko ono
1963 summer
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
RIP JEANNE CLAUDE CHRISTO
An otherworldly dedication to creation:They flew in separate planes: in case one crashed, the other could continue their work.
Friday, November 20, 2009
FEMINIST SHIRTS ARE HERE FOR YOUR PURCHASE
Hi Friends, I'm selling my shirts at my favorite stores in Portland, OR. You can buy them at In Other Words, Nationale, and Sword and Fern. Please support these incredible, woman-owned businesses. 
The shirts read "You are Nothing Without Feminist Art". They are both a tongue in cheek flirty exclamation mark and a serious threat. An homage to Jenny Holzer and to other radical, fashion-forward artists and activists throughout history. They are printed on soft, stylish, organic cotton Alternative Apparel t-shirts and come in a variety of colors and styles.
Made with love. 
Let me know if you want to order one, I am putting an etsy store site up soon!
The shirts read "You are Nothing Without Feminist Art". They are both a tongue in cheek flirty exclamation mark and a serious threat. An homage to Jenny Holzer and to other radical, fashion-forward artists and activists throughout history. They are printed on soft, stylish, organic cotton Alternative Apparel t-shirts and come in a variety of colors and styles.
Made with love. 
Let me know if you want to order one, I am putting an etsy store site up soon!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Tarot Card!
I just made this card with the lovely and talented Jackie Davis for the Collective Tarot. It is the tower, aka Disaster. A nice collaboration.
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