West Side

I have loved Venice Beach and its surrounding neighborhoods for a long time. I went in my late teens to visit somebody, and ended up buying the best pair of jeans that I sadly regret giving away. I love the architecture of the houses there, the bungalows, the flora, that walking around you can pick fruit off people's trees and eat it... Everything about it inspires me. My love has less to do with the beachfront Venice that many associate with that geography, and much more to do with the overall neighborhood, the mood of it, and of course that I can get vegan hot and sour soup at Mao's, trust me, a rarity. I'm super happy to be headed in that direction for my birthday this year. What better gift to give myself than the gift of inspiration?

p.s. This is a photo from Mao's, featuring my friend Brigid's sunglasses.

Venice, CA

1980's Summer Movies

Troll, Heathers, The Lost Boys, Willow, The Golden Child, The Emerald Forest, Flight of the Navigator, Goonies,

c a l i f o r n i a d r e a m i n g

snow/sunday

Ed Ruscha

I can't rememberwhen I first discovered Ed Ruscha, 

but I do remember loving every single thing about him right away.

His story, his language, his style, his humor. All of

it made perfect sense to me. I find a strange compass in

what I know to be true. And Ed Ruscha, to me, is true

blue.

The Uncertain Trail, 1986, Ed Ruscha

Endless White

When I heard endless white by Flying Lotus I thought instantly of Agnes Martin. And the way I feel about her. End l e s s white. When I sew embroideries I reference her paintings. "Reinterpreting."

I think you can see how and why my old obsession with tape would lead me to love her work. I appreciate that it is so organized, painstaking, and if you want it to be, referential.

Agnes Martin was a loner. Sometimes I'm afraid to admit that I'm a bit of a loner myself, but then I realize what a good time I'm having and say 'f**k it'.

"My paintings are not about what is seen. They are about what is

known forever in the mind."

Agnes Martin .

Venice Beach mood

* Venice Beach *

* Ed Ruscha *

Endless White

One afternoon I heard endless white by Flying Lotus. I thought instantly of Agnes Martin. And the way I feel about her. End l e s s white. When I sew embroideries I reference her work. "Reinterpreting."

I first learned about her during my peak obsession with tape. All kinds of tape, all kinds of art made of tape. Books, surfaces, quilting and layering. I think you can see why my interest in tape would lead me to love her work. I love that it's so organized, painstaking, and - if you want it to be- referential.

There used to be a wall-sized painting installed near the entrance to the Philip's Collection in Washington D.C. The paint was applied in a layered, tape-like effect. You couldn't tell what it was made of until you were within inches. Just Within inches ... I put a pink heart-shaped balloon in front of the painting, took a polaroid, and got in trouble. You couldn't miss it.

Agnes Martin was a loner. Sometimes I'm afraid to admit that I'm a bit of a loner myself, but then I realize what a good time I am having and say 'f**k it.' I like to think we'd have a lot in common.

"My paintings are not about what is seen. They are about what is

known forever in the mind."

Agnes Martin .