Wednesday, December 9, 2009

& 2 more...

from "There Are Many Ways to Suffocate" series.


I did a painting? I have legs like a diamond? And forts make me feel bigger in smaller space?
I can control my surroundings, but little else.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

I've got some figuring out to do.

I am a writer. No, I am an artist. A concept artist. Or was it a printmaker? Didn't I love ink-stained hands? The impact of it all, the record of the print on my own body. My own body is the body of work? No, I paint. I love the texture when I paint. It is because I don't know how to paint. And fabric, don't even get me started on fabric. It is like paint, but fleshier, flexible; I could have a love affair with fabric. And sculpture, am I a sculptor? I swear I am not, but look at this 3 dimensional form presenting itself, I'm not going to flatten this out, am I?


Taken before the opening for 'Collaborative Loneliness: The Works & Collections of Amy Moore and Jenny Weiss' on Monday, November 30th.


There are many ways to suffocate.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Documented performance in the bitter cold Atlantic, and a new drawing series featuring misplaced nudes and animal hides. A productive weekend for once.

Friday, April 24, 2009

and thats all that I have to say about the matter. 

Wednesday, April 22, 2009


Tell someone who cares.

Mortal Combat, indeed. Think about it.

Winter break '08-'09. Thank a Watson for scanning this. 
No thanks to myself. 
I don't own a scanner.