Nursery Rhymes = Somewhat Creepy

Bye, baby bunting
Daddy's gone a hunting
To get a little rabbit skin
To wrap his baby bunting in

Lazy Sunday

Another Sunday! My second mama has come to visit from the scorching hell pit known as Phoenix. Went out for Bloody Marys this morning and then off to the Ballard Farmer's Market,  got some beautiful flowers and homemade toffee.  Then to the pet store for dog cookies and new stuffy toys. Roland gutted his in about five minutes and is now lying around looking depressed about it. The poor dog is a study in neurosis. He is 50% national geographic, a 125 pound wild and unpredictable fuzz-ball, and 50% giant puppy who wants to lay in your lap and cries when the squeaker stops squeaking.

Almost finished with another painting. Will post once the final touches are done. For now, back to my lazy Sunday!

Black Houses

I have new paintings in the works! Nothing I am ready to show yet, but maybe soon... the series will be called "Secret Animals" and I am pretty stoked about it so far. It is going to be a little lighter than my usual fare, a little softer.

I will also be hanging artwork from the "Age of Innocence" and "Fear, Phobia & Pharma" next week. They will be up at Bauhaus Books and Coffee throughout July, so please stop by and check it out next time you find yourself on the Hill.

In the meantime, I thought I would share some artwork I did a while back for a band called Black Houses (the title links to their site if you wanna check it out!). Hope you enjoy!!

Frankenstein's Monsters

Ah, Sunday... the last day of freedom before it's back to work. Today was a day of household projects, laundry and hanging with the wolves. I had an old dresser I found that I've been meaning to paint for what feels like forever. I finally got around to it today... and voila, the Frankenstein themed dresser!

New Painting!

Today I finished a new painting for the Fear, Phobia & Pharma series! 

And, as promised, the Ouija board coffee table...

That's it for now, got to run!

Crows, Crackheads and Cigarettes

It's been a while since I've added to the blog... I've been busy, busy, busy, but yesterday was just so strange I feel like sharing.

It stared at 6:30 AM when I decided to flat iron my hair before having the obligatory cup of coffee. Needless to say, I burned the shit out of myself in a sleep addled haze. By 7:10 I was out the door and walking to work. All was going well, I had "In Utero" cranked in my headphones, the weather was great, things were looking up.

I decided to take a shortcut through the parking lot of a church when a giant, black beast of a crow dive-bombed my head. Then there were three crows, all flying at me. I ran two blocks Tippi Hedron style to the safety of a friend's house (P.S. Hitchcock's "The Birds" terrified me as a child, so this was especially horrifying for me). Though I kind of wished I could have watched from a distance, I bet it looked hilarious!

Anyway, after calming down a bit and making sure those bastard crows were gone, I was off to work where I kept my head down and hoped for the best. I made it through work disaster free and left early for a haircut appointment downtown. To get there from my job, I had to take either the 3 or the 4 bus - for non-Seattlelites, these are the buses that run between First Hill and Downtown, past the county hospital, the jail and courthouse, the homeless shelter and a rehab clinic. The 3 got there first so I hopped on; it was filled to capacity, so I stayed in the front.

We made it three blocks when the people in the back started screaming and yelling for the driver to stop the bus. Apparently, a cracked out dude had decided to projectile vomit all over the back of the crowded bus then crawl into the stairwell to continue puking in relative privacy. We all had to evacuate. The plus of this story, I was in front and did not get barfed on, the negative side, I was late for my haircut.

I hauled ass downtown by foot, got my haircut, which was fabulous... there's nothing like changing your hair to make you feel new again... then scrambled to find and catch a bus to Queen Anne to meet up with friends and have a much needed drink or two. While waiting on the street for said bus, a homeless man (missing teeth, open sores on his face, smelled like rotten death) who had clearly just pissed himself walked up and, in complete sincerity, gave me shit for smoking in his general vicinity because of the "secondhand smoke"... what is the world coming to?

Alas... so far today has been much less painful. I finished a coffee table I was painting, it is now a fully functional black cat Ouija Board (I will post pics when I get home), and I have several canvases prepped and ready to go, which means time to paint, and that makes me one happy girl.

For now, back to work!

The past is never dead...

Ever have one of those days where things just seem off? You put on your favorite t-shirt and it fits funny, your shoes feel too big, you struggle with your hair and it just won't sit right, you knock over everything you touch... the kind of day where the only thing you can do is say screw it...

So, screw it.


This is an older painting, the only one from a batch I did in 2005-2006 that I haven't sold. I don't know why. I just like it. There's something magical about poppies, they make me happy.

Quote for today: The past is never dead. It's not even past. -- William Faulkner

Shiny, Happy Seattle

This weather is ridiculous! It's pushing 80 degrees, the sky is clear and blue and we have had an uninterrupted week of sunshine. I have been cranking through boxes of dog treats, Billie and Roland refuse to come inside without a bribe (I don't blame them, I would prefer to lay in the grass and bask in the sun all day, too). Every morning I have to remind myself that I'm still in the Pacific Northwest and not SoCal. ... where is the rain and the oppressive blanket of clouds? I think I might be suffering from a vitamin D overload!

But there's nothing like sunshine to get the synapses firing and the creative juices flowing - I prepped four new canvasses yesterday and have a pile of sketches ready to be transformed into paintings. I have been having dreams about a young girl and her travels through a post-apocalyptic world and I am itching to put that strange scenery to canvas.


In other news, I have a show lined up for July at Bauhaus on Capitol Hill. I will post all the details in a couple weeks. Who knows, given this creative burst I might have a few surprise new paintings ready to hang by then!

Strange Dreams

When I was a kid, I used to have this recurring dream about tornadoes. It was always the same, I would be sitting in the frame of a house, just a ceiling, floors and beams, like the place was only half built, in the middle of a huge field of tall brown grass. There were no mountains or buildings anywhere in sight, and I could see from one horizon to the other. The sky was always cloudy and purple, the air perfectly still. A funnel would form from those purple clouds, touch the ground and head towards me and my frame of a house.
These dreams were never frightening; instead, I was always filled with a sense of calm and would wake up well rested and at peace. I'm not sure what any of it means, but ever since, I have been obsessed with tornadoes.
This piece was originally called Elizabeth's Dream... below it is my photo muse.