From the 1941 Central High School Yearbook, Grand Rapids, MI. There is something beautiful about artifacts and heirlooms that were tossed away. There is something powerful in the eyes of women in old photographs. What kind of choices did they have?… Read More
Hey y’all, we just found out we’re gonna be at Short Run Comix and Arts Festival at the Seattle Center this fall. November 5 to be exact, slangin’ zines and prints. It’s our first zine fest. I’m pumped. Dreamy Ziney, The Alphabet Book, and more in the DIY/Self-Reliance Series (specifically about free food) comin your way.… Read More
The edges of being something are very soft, and that is a comfort you can feel for in the dark when living here, at this time, with this batch of humans, seems sharp and the lines are rigid and have no holes for peeking through.… Read More
At my funeral, please just play T.Rex. When it gets late in the night, play the LCD Soundsystem songs that are a little sad, and then, if it feels right, let Bree start a dance party. Sweat and jump and sing the songs we like.… Read More
Existential anxiety, babies, idle time.
Part of a collage series I’ve been working on. More to come…… Read More
Early stage process piece.
We’re slanging lights in Fremont now – go to the Sunday market and then mosey over to Portage Bay Goods, the cutest little shop you ever did see. Lauren and Shalene are excellent humans, and worked with us to create some custom strands inspired by Fremont, the one of the coolest neighborhoods in the whole wide world.… Read More
(the following is a dream relayed to me by a friend; she asked if I would illustrate it – my answer, an emphatic yes!)
…the walls are a light, soft yellow so it was a warm environment. The flames are moving, and as they move there are whispering voices in them, every candle has its own voice.… Read More
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