My friends know that I harvest skulls from road kill or in this case, an animal killed by the family dog. This raccoon was so young it didn’t have teeth yet. I plan to make a little piece using the skull, the teeth and some other elements. This way I feel the animal hasn’t died in vain.
A funny little cup I made for my sister. She had long brown hair and the figure on the cup is her! This piece makes me want to work in three dimensions again.
I like to paint woven pictures and this one is sort of clunky–an exercise if you will. I cut up a cat and placed it on the picture plane. It looks like a little kid did it.
me I am, me, not
me formed by your hands to be
some personal dream
There was a great photo essay in the Times a few weeks ago about a drag competition; that’s where my post “Mask 2” came from. But it got me thinking: aren’t we always–with our clothing and make up and jewelry and tattoos and language and avatars and (…)–in drag?
I’m working on something new to post but since Kerfe and I sometimes mention our days as textile designers, I’m posting an old design. I never really got the idea of the repeat–too mathematical, but you can see here where it repeats. Technique was dye on wax paper.