I tend to live my life like I make my art.
I do what I can with what I have, build something out of nothing.
I tend to assign meaning to things after they have occured.
It has definitely been an interesting past two weeks.
Having a new boyfriend, school, and smoking my brains out is hard to balance.
School is almost over and I don't want to leave Dallas.
I'm tired, but happy.
I'm going to make a monument to you using all of our old love letters. The cards you gave me on my birthdays, and the one you sent me even though we had broken up. I want to show you how I feel, because I can't tell you, and if I never show you, you will nenver know. I will call... Read More
I've been dreaming about paper.
Making my own paper that is.
Making huge vats of paper pulp, using it to make gigantic sculptures.
Using flowers and pigments and old love notes to put in to life what my brain has been conjouring.