When you smoke a joint on the way to brunch and order hot chocolate and decide to walk it off and see a little farmers market and everything looks good and everyone seems really nice and you buy your favorite flowers and walk home carrying them and everyone looks at you and smiles and you put a tablespoon of sugar in a vase and fill it up with water and think damn those are pretty flowers and then you look at your watch and have nothing else to do so you put on some Tom Tom Club and stare out the window.
I like this idea of self portraits - of junk drawers and refrigerators and cars and closets all telling a story, reveal the identity of, painting a portrait of - a person with magnets and trash and matchbooks and soap scum and it’s more telling than a mug shot.
My mom. I don’t even know how old she is, but she’s young at heart and maybe that’s her most precious gift. Today she played with her ukulele band and well, I think she’s pretty great. #happymothersday
Happy Mother’s Day!
Celebrating my sister for being an excellent human/mother/teacher this morning and celebrating my momma this afternoon at her ukulele recital.
Here are some posters my sister made for the annual Montlake Elementary School Art Walk. It’s an inspired display of public school art, music, gardening and food. Friday, June 1st, 5:00 to 8:00 pm
Spring cleaning. Found a stack of my rejection letters from over the years. In no particular order- The Stranger, Dreamworks, Black Sparrow Press, General Motors, Vulcan, Consolidated Works, Ixtlan, The Cooper Union, Microsoft, Maverick, The Sharper Image, The Museum of Modern Art. #tipoftheiceberg#yourlosssucker