May Lighterheads prevail! I have a patreon page @Lighterheads_Collaborations. Where I have to create videos. As an visual artist sometimes words are not in my vocabulary. So I made a video of my animated shorts. I used my paintings and drawings of people and made them into lighterheads. Somehow I woke up to the fact …
I entered this painting into the De Young Museum’s call to artist on June 5th. “Fly into the radar of weird” is based on my NFT collection “Fly beneath the radar of Weird” on Opensea.io. At this moment I am having a wallet complication. While I encourage you to view this collection, I encourage you …
As I lay in bed this morning I decided to stay on point. No astrological podcasts, or the wind were going to influence me. I was going to act not react. Do the uncomfortable things to get me where I want to go. As I got out of bed my phone died. The charger had …
My Miley Cyrus commission is making me ecstatically happy. Sometimes it takes an anvil to fall on my head to change a pattern in my life. Yay anvil!
As a tumbleweed I am rambling along minding my own business. Moving so fast I forget to breath. I have no idea why I am here or where I am going. I see the other tumbleweeds rambling along. Going every which way the wind is blowing. Preparing, in case the wind changes to the undesirable …
Today is International Women’s Day. And somehow I still find reasons to be like “WHAT?” However I am going to override my Pluto in virgo in the third house and be positive. Women Rock! You may ask yourself “And when is this going to begin?” “Now” I say. “Ah Ahhh AH…. I love being a …
Today started off stressed and completely unknown. Until some things became known and others turned into rapturous flowering bursts of roses. I was rummaging thru the back of my car trying to figure out the best strategy to deal with the chaotic morning, when a man stopped by and asked if I was having tire …
Possibly it is everything and nothing. Maybe as an artist or a writer of blogs I cannot connect with the me. The true me, the me under all diguises still aching to be heard, seen. The true me lurks beneath the expectations I have of myself. And yet she speaks in another language that is …
Hi! My name is Status Quo. I am not a man or a women as I am both a man and a woman. Some people love me, some people hate me, most people use me, however I am always in a state of flux. People with a chip on their shoulders use me to create …
I usually write a post when I need to say something. However I am committed to writing a post at least once a week. So the old me would get defensive and start to project my fear of failure on to the readers. Saying things like “Don’t expect a thought provoking post every time.” However …
I woke up with idea that being a grumpy dog is more comfortable than enjoying a meaningless life. For me that is. Somehow instead of heading toward an extraordinary life I have found myself settling and hiding. This ends today The reality of the simulation I have been in reeks of mediocrity and has never …
Will you please step forward. Grace and Ease please come to the front of the line. Please bring two forms of identification and proof that you are alive. We require one pint of red blood to make sure you were born from a human. This is not a joke, we need to make sure you …
In 2013, I decided to go after my dream of becoming a successful artist. I started off selling prints at Oakland’s First Friday Event and then “graduated” to farmers markets. I was constantly trying to make money as an artist. And while I made bits of money here and there it was never enough. I …
I don’t really know her story. I just started fostering Stella, my favorite pitbull. Sometimes I think I am training her but most often it is the other way around. I was the fourth girl and through strange and unusual events, I remained at the bottom of the food chain. There were two more kids …
While the good girl in me, would say salad on the side. I am learning to access and include the hugh part of me that I kept in the basement of my sole. Fuck that, is a sole where the me resides or is it in my ego self. Me thinks it is the ego. …
So the day started like any other until it didn’t. Sometimes I wake up in the same bed, with cloths scattered, and it looks pretty similar to my life. However looking back at the last 4 years something changed. While it appeared to be the same, I somehow ended up in the modern day Orwellian …
So my friends, who are just figments of my imaginational simulation, I have to putter on regardless of a point. Pointlessness is the most rewarding quality. As a painter, I find painting so much more difficult to meander pointlessly. As there is no little green smily face to lure me out of my hum drum brain and into the steam of consciousness.
Its been a bit of time since I last posted. I have been working on a new nft collection. It’s funny that I was trying to come up with a way to sell my art more in line with art philosophy. And bam I discovered NFTs. I love the idea of decentralized platforms however navigating …
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The strange thing about today is that it was no different from any other day, until it was. It seemed like it was a dream that I woke into rather than woke out of. The wind was blowing in the trees. The water was flowing in the creek. And I realized that I was Truman. …
While lying in a hot springs looking up at the billions of stars, I began to question if there was a deeper meaning to life. For most of my life I have thought there was. I call myself a pagan, buddhist, witch. And ironically I always thought it was the little punk in me that …
Waking up in a coma was mind blowing. I saw and felt and participated with all the interactions people had with me although they did not know it. It puzzles me to hear and smell so many familiar smells. As opposed to the sterile ones of the hospital. Sometimes in this state I wake up. …
Somehow I find my happiness not in this reality. I find it in dreams, imagination and painting. Having my sun and mid heaven in Pisces could be why. Or I could just be tortured by the real world because I am lazy. However I am not lazy, I just cannot understand humanity at this moment. …
“The Welfare Mother” one of the paintings in my Working Women Series, I painted in the early 90’s. Somehow even though I grew up in a white middle-class family in the midwest, I never understood the culture. I mean trying to make sense of the values was extremely difficult for me. My mother was almost …
“Santana’s Maria Maria” is playing in my head on my way to check out the S.F. MOMA today. Recently I drove across the United States from California to South Carolina. I had plenty of time to ponder my existence. I realized I have this need to slap my ideas up the side of peoples head. …