Top of the Morning To you!

We ladies stayed up way too late last night drinking wine and painting/knitting. Carrying on with the barnyard theme, here's the rooster!

KING ME!

This is a portrait of Checkers, a lovely urban hen belonging to Abram Goldman-Armstrong. I have tasted her eggs, they are delicious.

Moon God Teaser Part 2

I vow that Thoth will be ready for public consideration in one week. It's spring break, and now I have no excuses. Everyone can thank Jeffery Doten for my current good mood and total lack of artistic progress in the last two weeks. Here is thoth, the next time you see him he will be done. There, I said it again. Right now I am working on a chicken. Named Checkers.

"they never even asked to see my impaling stick"

Things I learned last night at the Crystal ballroom:
-Smoosh is the greatest band ever. I have obviously wasted many years of my life.
-Not knowing who the Gang of Four is did not prevent me from letting Dave Allen escort me into the roomy VIP section and absorbing countless vicious glares from the sardines crowding against the barrier.
-Final Fantasy totally blew my mind. Brilliant combination of pretty-boy-choir-voiced violinist and unabashed low-tech overhead projector magic. Truly stunning.
-Having a fugly back up section makes a pretty lead singer way more captivating. (Bloc Party) Also, he was the first man ever to make a howling wolf T-shirt from Colorado seem acceptable. Almost. But we still left after the third song. Sorry, my ears hurt and their music is boring.
Coming soon: Another moon god teaser! If i can find my camera.

Flying Fox

I had a very productive Art-Date today with my friend Sarah Johnson. Anyone have a name for him?

Friends: Long and Orange

Its been a while. My show is up at Ritual Hair Design until may. 23 pieces. Here's my latest, entitled Long Orange Friend, a tribute to the most often consumed vegetable in my diet. Shortly after sitting for me, I felt it most fitting to steam my friend and serve him with peas and spinach under a cup of chicken soup. I felt only the slightest pang of guilt as i chopped away the contours I had studied for the previous 5 hours, cultivating an intimacy never before shared with a long orange friend.