March 1, 2014

Spent some time at a barn/outdoor antique market with my mom in Maryland last week. Though it was muddy from melting snow, it was gloriously sunny and there were so many excellent treasures to see. I especially loved all the repurposed light fixtures- including old wire basket pendants, globe lamps, and a wall mounted light made from half a 60s Schwinn bicycle. I fell in love with the (pictured) antique hand-painted food sign. It was massive and for $85 bucks, a steal I think. Unfortunately I was/am broke, not to mention that I don't have a home or kitchen of my own to speak of where it could hang. Really the whole place was bargain after bargain in comparison to the prices I'm used to in the city. I can't wait to furnish a house some day with antiques and collected art and artifacts from my friends and travels.

February 25, 2014

I embroidered this little dress ages ago when I was still working at MASS MoCA. 2011? I've been wanting to do something with it ever since, but I have no clue what. Perhaps incorporate it into a quilt? Add some badass queer femme battle cry text, safety pin it to my jean jacket and call it a day? One idea that I've always wanted to try is making a fabric book. What do you think? I've got a couple days left with my parents in Maryland before we head down south. I'm going to check out SCAD, visit my old friend Rachel in Ashville, then I'm getting dropped off to start my spring weaving concentration at Penland. The art supply hoarder in me can't help one last trip to the yarn store tomorrow. The closer all of it comes the more nervous/excited I am. I find myself waking up at 2, 3, 4 in the morning wondering if I've packed enough sweaters or if I should have packed this or that reference book. If only there were a way to magically teleport all the comforts of my home art studio space to the Blue Ridge Mountains!

February 2, 2014

Post-mermaid party brunch, spontaneous nug hug in the parking lot. Pure bliss.

January 2, 2014


Oh, 2013. Where did you go? Let's be honest here. It was a hard year. The better part of the winter was spent hibernating, stressing out, and doing a lot of yoga in order to stay sane. In the spring, to put it delicately, I experienced a totally unplanned breakup with my first 9-5, where I had been for almost two years. I definitely wasn't in love, but I still got dumped. And my heart was broken.

Victoria on Lake Huron playing catch with Izzie.

I spent the summer rekindling my social life and navigating the depressing waters of unemployment. I went to Haystack Mountain School of Crafts in Maine and nourished my admittedly fractured self with more art-making than I'd done since college. I spent much needed time at home in Ontario in August. I was blessed to find an amazing apartment in Somerville upon my return to Massachusetts in September. I painted. I nested. My quality of life began to approve. I knew I didn't want to look for a serious job again (still getting over the last one), so I decided to go back to retail, where I still am. It can be tedious, and boring, and it makes my feet hurt. But in general it's easy, and I know what to expect, and I don't have to think. Which is frankly what I need right now.

New home, chosen family.

And 2014? Well, in the fall I received the astonishingly good news of a two month scholarship to Penland Schools of Crafts in North Carolina. I will be leaving in early March. I am going to learn to... wait for... weave!!! I'm happy to say I started the year off with a bang, dancing 'til the wee hours. I plan to recommit to yoga, cook more healthy food, make more art, and cherish my friends. I plan to apply for a summer scholarship to Haystack again. Water the seeds and they shall surely grow. Maybe what blooms will be something quite unexpected. But isn't that the beauty of it?

A panoramic view of Penland.