Original Art

I finally slept!!!! I have so much energy, ha ha ha! And feel like a real person! Totally OBSESSED with these cover illustrations by Ayumi Ohashi for the Japanese Men's Magazine : "Mediocre Punch" or Heibon Punch. Each one is perfection BEYOND. When she started out ,the first issues had many black male figures, I wonder if this was "a là mode" in 1960s Japan. She also designed these Heibon Punch playing cards : Quelle-style! La-La-La! The world is full of mysteries, histories

The Chinese word for "crisis" translates to "opportunity". Insomnia leaves me with enough energy to last through morning, but by the afternoon I am reduced to lying down and not-napping. It's good for thinking semi-delirious thoughts. I think it was Patti Smith who said she spent much of her youth sick in bed, but was comforted by a romantic notion of victorian bedridden children. My brain has a hard time letting go of being awake. Being tired is one thing, being asleep is an

At the beginning of the end of this project. Tired. Pushing through. I love it when things culminate. Apparently girls need to pursue extended education if we are going to control population growth. Girls learning their brains can do more than their bodies can. My sisters, so beautiful and smart. The human race abandoned all the other animals only to realize we depend on them. Foolish, foolish. There is still time to rebuild. If the future is to be different, can it be beauti

And all it takes is genuine interest in something, In anything that takes you away from yourself. I have a new passion that is connecting me to the world. I am a soldier for hope, a peaceful war with kindness for courage, and a rainbow beret for a uniform.

I like working at the kitchen table. Apparently women writers do... Groovy baby, yeah. Nate gets the night and I get the morning to myself. The sun hits the kitchen table when I wake up, urging me. (sometimes I resist) The window overlooks a giant tree. I still don't know what kind. I don't want to download the app. The tree was bare and spindly all winter, but now its spring, and the bright green buds bring flying ants and insects that crowd our lantern-light after dark. The

My man's the big man on the big screen. Daddy's gonna be a rock and roll star. I'm his pretty wife, sixteen, beauty-queen. You don't know you're happy until you really are.

I am bothered and wishing I were detached. I have people complaining that my work is anti-feminine. I guess I have been anticipating this response. But I am trying to delve into the anti-feminine drives within women that force us to act outside of our own self-interest. And beyond gender - I want to write a story about self-destruction. I wish the noise would stop because I have to tell this story. I promise I am genuinely investigating, never half-assed. How can it be? I've

Tears water the plants of tomorrow. Something gained, and something lost. Hopefully more gained than lost, though. That's the hope. You'll miss the way your hearts beats on Manhattan streets. Pushing through a crowd at some bullshit soirée. What it means to be a liberated woman with opportunity for tennis shoes. Choosing the kindest man I've ever met. That's my kind of Classic American Breakfast.

Who was ever celebrated for being a compromising artist?

I like drawing because you have to see what isn't there. You have to look onto the empty page, look into its emptiness, and conjure up an image. Then you have to hold the image there and keep it still for long enough to copy down. That requires a total focus, a blind focus, and it allows you to escape nearly everything else in your life.

Sometimes I get so afraid of drawing, I have to say to myself: “Okay, you’re bad, really bad. But isn’t there something kinda quaint and...

Where people recognize themselves in eachother. And it is so nice to meet you, old friend.

Yesterday was Easter, 4/20, and Hitler’s birthday.

am stranded out in who knows where. with only a pack of millennials for a friend, and my bubby o'course. somebody shoot me. not really.