you and your friends (are monsters)


you and your friends are monsters; a book art object, mixed media, 5.5 x 8.5 x .35 inches

This was once a notebook, in the long ago. But I had these ink drawings of zombies, and some wayward desire to rip them into strips, and somehow combine them, and what better place to do that than over the covers of book? I like the resulting art object quite a lot, and think it will look grand on a shelf in my studio until it sells.

The best quotation about monsters comes from Kelly Link…

A monster. You and your friends, all of you. Pretty monsters. It’s a stage all girls go through. If you’re lucky you get through it without doing any permanent damage to yourself or anyone else.

Exiting towards the weekend now. Have a good one, everyone.


Only art today, but that was yesterday.

Yesterday morning’s status update was simple:

Only art today. No other bullshit.

I’m 1.5 months into my leave-without-pay, and while I’ve worked like a demon, and already accomplished a lot, I still don’t have any sense of getting ahead. Or rather, I don’t have that specific sense of result.

The biggest drag on my enthusiasm these days is my online gallery/shop (does it help when I call it that, when I try to dress it up as something more than a vendor?). If I can get people to go there, I can usually sell them something (I do try to make interesting, affordable things). But getting people to go there is increasingly difficult.

Using Facebook as just one example, I can post links and images ’til I’m blue in the face, and all sorts of people will ‘like’ them, but hardly anybody clicks through. And this clicking-through problem seems pervasive. People want a steady stream of eye candy, but they can’t be bothered with the sugar behind it.

Okay, fine. I don’t want to be yet another writer/artist whining into my boy beard about the noise of the internet. For the record: I am not whining. I am simply positing a problem that has no answer.

Even worse, I’m sure I’ve complained about this before.

Yes, in an alternate reality, I’d love to make a living by just making things –– just putting them online and having people buy them and mailing them out to people and then making more. Nice. We’re all allowed at least one outrageous fantasy.

Anyway: I did what I always do when I have no solutions, which is to just keep making stuff. Yesterday that meant finishing a whole whack of small paintings on cradled wood board that I intend to put in the new Labyrinth Handmade space (along with some mounted drawings and some cigar-tin stories). I think this is the last of my ‘noisy’ paintings –– images built upon successive layers of ruin, these scratched and stratified compositions of exposed roots, all broken thoughts and things crashed in. I certainly enjoy the adding subtracting adding aspect, but with snow and Christmas somewhere in the calendar, I’m feeling something quieter and even muffled is in order.


About to start listening to the audio book version of Chang-Rae Lee’s On Such a Full Sea. My friend Ariel Gordon  didn’t care for it, which immediately motivated me to go sign it out. Hooray libraries, which facilitate contrary behaviour!