Wednesday, June 30, 2010


Sometimes I hang out by myself and make things like these.

Monday, June 28, 2010


I recently carved three different woodcut prints on my bike journey across Maine and trip to Cape Cod, Massachusetts. It was a lot of fun. 

Tuesday, June 15, 2010


A friend of mine commissioned me to print images of her daughter whom I grew up with onto fabric. These images would be woven into a quilt of her childhood. 

I was given many many photographs which I scanned and edited to be square and monochromatic. I transferred the images onto fabric with xerox litho. I created a silkscreen frame for the images and printed in three colors. I experimented with a variety of printing techniques for the photographs but xerox lithography is really wonderful for producing a range of tones.


Percy Wheeler asked me to design our team shirts and gave me complete creative freedom. 

What a blessing. What a curse. 

The final design utilized a crank, a bird's eye and a feather and brought me joy. I made half-size xerox litho prints for people who sponsored me and silkscreened team shirts with a beautiful assistant known by many as Jim Neal.

Sunday, June 6, 2010


Subtitle: Mixed Messages and Conflicted Feelings

I have very conflicted feelings about holidays, particularly when I don't want to care. Enter: February 14th, 2010. 
I found myself reflecting on the nature of sexual relations and how we are often very deceptive or unclear about our intentions, feelings, and desires due to fear. I wanted to take back the reins, get confrontational and aggressive. I came up with this idea for a slut shirt and a sharpie tattoo. 

Here is what happened:
I learned to use my sewing machine and altered men's XXL shirts from the thrift store into really trashy t-shirt dresses. Kinko's closed and I didn't know how to transfer this text to fabric. Lisa Pixley came to my rescue and taught me how to silkscreen shirts. This was a success and I was excited.

This was supposed to be a performance-based project. I had two slut shirts so that I could make a slut out of whichever old friend, new friend, acquaintance or new love or lust interest I acquired along my way. I was going to get gutsy.

I got nervous. I took a nap. I woke up too late to do any damage and purchased a Heineken, Sunchips, and M&M's and went home.
Valentine's Day won. Again.