battle wounds.

chris came to town on a whim from portland and we discovered we had matching head wounds. i guess when you've known someone for over a decade even your injury's are in sync.

chris is a cab driver and has made a zine of crazy cab stories. trade chris something to get your very own!

also his zine of poems "last house at the dead end of misery" is really good. 

and it's so hard, to say goodbye, to yesterday.

in the night we came.

like tired dogs.

and howled in the moonlight.

in the warm air.

and were gone just as quick as we came.

i nearly lost you there.

and there are so many ways to dance.

after the tinlark show we stopped by the opening of the aaron rose show at hope gallery.

technicolor!

14!

objects made beautiful.

and here is cali, but no bobby caramel.

go buy that lamp to light your way, i would if i could!

it's not hard to fall.

los angeles is super dangerous.

see.

and full of celebrities.

see.

halo's favorite.

he was impressed i got a picture of those guys.

mouths open.

my heart will go on.

whoever made the above image: i love you.

and you won't ever let us sleep.

i first saw a picasso when i was halo's age. it was in barcelona and it changed my life. i felt the exact same feelings when i saw the one above. good to know.

LACMA.

i would have loved to have seen this at night. next time.

i love all of them. 

INSPIRED!

LA was crazy and jam-packed. let's start with the tinlark gallery show:

here i am, overwhelmed but so inspired!

a space to write your wishes, hopes, dreams on the wall.

i won't tell you mine.

halo wishes he could play halo too.

bridie and ricky came!

betsy walton, amazing! i have 2 of her prints in my home.

okay, martha rich blows my mind. i love her. i can't believe i got to be in a show with her.

another martha.

on this wall is betsy walton, marcie paper, kime buzzelli, and me. 

these three are mine.

this and the ones below are all martha rich.

my favorite piece from the show.

"art is too hard".

all martha.

inside tinlark.

you are free.

this whole night was amazing and inspiring and i was so glad i was there and got to be a part of it! this show is up for a month so go check it out if you are in LA.

now you do the dirty and i do the dancing.

i am going to LA today. this is tomorrow :

you should come! so many inspiring artists, including one of my all time favorites martha rich! read more about the show here.

tinlark gallery is located at 6671 Sunset Boulevard #1512 in Hollywood. 

i have 4 pieces in the show, here is one:

i will be in LA until monday, come say hi!

as the rest of my life went by.

this is from 2006 but i was looking at it and reminded of how much i miss painting with white-out on cardboard. more white-out in 2009!

total inspiration.

to better let the light seep through.

you better run.

maybe you've seen this but it just makes me and halo really happy.

i wanna be like them i don't care if they are men.

i will never teach you this.

click the pic if you would like to see it bigger.

RE: everything

now i'm back in this part of the universe.

you can't stay here forever.

i like the way you talk.

hope there's someone who will set my heart free.

it snowed AGAIN last night.

and bacon and halo had a disagreement.

the culprit.

let me sign.

my mouth was open all night telling everyone i love that i love them. and at midnight we welcomed 2009 with open arms. bring it!

anxiety almost killed me.

something has slowly been dawning on me these last few months and although it's hardly revolutionary it is very important. to me at least. the thing that i realized is this: i'm still me. i'm still the girl i've always been. the girl i've always felt like. from when i was 5 and only drawing pictures of horses, to 13 and angry and wild, to when i was 20 and halo was born and i was scared and poor. i always felt the same, i still feel the same. things change and i think i've grown up a bit and learned so much but i still feel so similar. i thought when i had my son i would suddenly become an adult. i still don't think i know what that word means. i don't really see any around me. people do horrible things to themselves, to each other, with a mature disguise. it doesn't mean anything. in my early twenties i started having panic attacks. it was life changing and i have been through a lot dealing with it, trying to get better, succeeding, failing, the constant battle of trying to mentally conquer something you have no control over. i thought everything about me changed at that point but it hasn't. i'm still me. and your still you.

you make me feel like i'm here when i'm not.

2008 taught me some hard lessons about life and death, i'm not sad to see it go. i am however hopeful and excited for these new days. there are so very many things to be lucky for. and you are alive! and free! don't ever forget.