terribleshy

my bike was stolen on valentine's day

"don't you hate it when people talk about your shit like their shit's the shit when really they make shitty shit?"

that's not mine, folks. truth is stranger than fiction.

website is up. oh joy!

my opening was last night for the "Women Artists and Altered Bodies" group show at the Verle Annis Gallery. There was my sculpture, two videos, one animation, two photo series, a performance art piece and three speakers. My work consisted of all the appliances in my house wired to a remote switch (a converted light switch with a battery pack) that when activated would start...
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Iceland. Paris. Detroit. Boston. Kentucky. Los Angeles.

sol le witt bitch...

peanut butter + beer = dinner

I made it into the show! I'm going to be in a group show next month!

another dream: riding a motorcycle down Dixie Highway, I drive to the old house on Water St. and instead of the house, my grandparents old traveling trailer, with the guts all ripped out. A man drives up in an old van and somehow I know he is the new tenant. In the passengers seat, a curly haired teenage boy, between them a decomposing corpse. The...
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146 steps from the mezzanine to my apartment. And that's actual steps, not action steps. Fur coat, lipring, mesh shirt, ta tas, and one I can't describe but also didn't return my greeting. There's sexy and sultry and melancholy. Then there's breaking your shoe on the way to an interview, walking into potted plants and locking yourself out of other people's homes. It's an allegory...
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My new photograph is in honor of all Angelenos right now. Those of us who are grumpy and weary of three weeks of rain, and those of us who loved the rain because it was a perfect excuse to wear those designer winter duds in the back of our closests until we realized they actually had to get wet if we were going to sport...
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