When the world feels like too much, take your grief into the woods. Bring a basket and a pair of sharp scissors. Gather over-wintered rose hips from the bare stalks of wild roses. They will taste jammy and sweet, leathery on the tongue, like Nature’s candy. Sit on the ground and eat a few. Spit out the many seeds as a prayer for new flowers….
Read MoreIt’s been five months since anyone outside of my immediate family has touched me. Fourteen months since my partner has touched me. A decade since abuse first touched me. Three years since abuse last touched me. I can’t remember the last time a stranger touched me.
Read MoreCommission: a portrait, to be hung in a large gilded frame, for posterity / Medium: paint, but open to mixed media / Schedule: available for virtual or socially distanced sitting sessions / Clothing:
Read MoreThe first thing they noticed when the body washed ashore were twelve tentacles where two legs should have been. The next thing they noticed was the presence of four breasts on her scarred torso. Finally, the last thing they noticed were the seemingly Asian features of her brown face, framed by long silken hair….
Read MoreI created a series of daily paintings during the pandemic. This particular painting shows how muddled I felt during the early days. What was heading our way? We had no idea how to protect our families.
Read MoreMasha will shit her pants in three hours. She does not know this yet. Right now, she is sitting at the breakfast bar in her boyfriend’s house, the boyfriend she has been dating since high school, the boyfriend she doesn’t know how to break up with…
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