I know everyone depends on me to make really awesome great Valentines and then not send them out, so I’ve done it again. But wait! I made this 4 u 2 print out and fold like in middle school. Click the pic for a larger file than you could possibly need.

I made like 2 “real” ones this year. One of them said “WHY DON’T YOU JUST CUT OUT MY HEART AND PUT IT IN THE BIRDFEEDER”


My mom sent me a nice card though, so, you know. Happy Valentime’s Day! I love you! Maybe!



I went to this talk thing the other night. The invited speaker was an art history PhD student and lecturer at another college, and the topic was the PROFUSION OF IMAGES. He invited a lady designer whom he had met once before. He chose her because she, to him, seems to be able to edit her influences well, or at the very least, she seems to have limited influences (in a good way?). This is interesting to me because I think restraint and good curation are important things to exercise as artists and as human beings in America. But I guess this topic is pretty tired already. I think the man speaker had a lot of interesting thoughts that maybe did not get explored, because the lady speaker spent a lot of time talking about how she ignores a lot of things, and effectively made herself sound like a big snob. Maybe she is, maybe she isn’t. Maybe she did not intend to speak about how she puts up blinders, or about how maybe not everyone should build dresses or make art because they actually suck at it. But I guess this is the thing, that we are all CONSTANTLY BARRAGED WITH INFORMATION AND IMAGES ALL THE TIME, and our BRAINS ARE LIGHTING UP LIKE CHRISTMAS TREES WHAT IS HAPPENING. And you know, whatever. My eyes hurt when I look at too many things on the computer, and I feel a little crazy, but whatever. People who can see see things. Ok. If you don’t want to look at other people’s shitty ~creations~ that is too damn bad!

Basically these are things that individuals (i.e. me) need to work out for themselves. “How do you know how well you are synthesizing all of these things you look at?” is a question I think about. Are people just all copying each other if their art looks similar? I mean, that’s the history of art, pretty much. Everything has been done before, but at the same time, NOTHING HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE. Just do a thing, ok? Because in this nutty world where, for example, you can buy this thing, which I think is really beautiful, and is probably not objectively beautiful, and is a lot of money, for sure…well, things are just nuts, ok? So just make a thing.

Even though at least 50% of the time people will probably think you are just making a joke, or wasting your time.

Really though it is difficult to make things look exactly how you want them to look, and to know when to stop. Not stop making things, but to stop making a thing.

So, here is a poster I made for a show in Burlington:

I think Daniel Higgs is, objectively, very cool. I listen to the Skull Defekts a lot these days.

I had been feeling crazy and sad and then I worked on that flyer and I felt much better. I realized that if I’m not drawing or making a project or something I get really depressed. Isn’t that a great thing to realize?

Finally I want to sneak in this piece of information which is that I have a big art crush on Nathaniel Russel. I like his work very much and he seems nice. I am thinking now about the essay in the excellent “What The Hell Are You Doing? The Essential David Shrigley” (which my dear friend Denise gave to me without even knowing I wanted it) but re-reading it I don’t really want to talk about it. I wil exercise restraint and just say I like Nathaniel Russel and now I am going to go try and draw.

ETA: ALSO my friend had a BABY and his name is Oscar. Isn’t that great? That baby is lucky. :-)



I’ve been thinking about high school for whatever gawd-awful reason, and how like, I wasn’t embarrassed about myself then. Which is great, but I’m embarrassed now thinking about things I did in high school? What the heck is going on with that?

Anyway I must just be regressing, also I am probably just super repressed because SCHOOL IS BACK IN and I’m trying to BEHAVE which means I just want to go behave poorly, i.e. go to a stupid show and get my teeth kicked in by skinny people. Maybe I am trying to do it all over again and not be embarrassed for myself. So like, I’ve been making my zine since I was in high school. And it is so intensely personal, why do I even do it? I don’t want attention, really. Just a little bit of attention. Is this just me making an excuse to say please pay me a little bit of attention//also please take these zines away from me? It isn’t dumb, like I have claimed it is, ok? I made them take some at Domy books. Domy is great, y’all.

Why am I even putting this on the internet? Because that’s what a 17 year old who does not g a f would do?

Ugh in order to redeem myself//remind myself that I am an adult with interests, I am super excited for a talk that is happening on Thursday. Sina Najafi and Jeffrey Kastner: at a time, and in a room, neither of which could possibly be more convenient for me. Is it destiny? CABINET MAGAZINE IS WONDERFUL.



Sometimes it’s all too much, you know? Winter’s just winter, I guess.



The Now

The Past, I guess

The Future, pretty much

NOT mortality, that’s boring

Super important edits:

I also drank a can and a half of orange juice on New Year’s Day

I also listened to One Day by Sharon Van Etten a zillion times (+ she was just on teevee! Go Sharon go!)

Embarrassing personal admission: I finally got an Austin Public Library card yesterday.


File under iconoclasm:
Carmen Tisch, a 36 year old Denver woman, bodily molested Clyfford Still’s painting 1957-J-No.2, causing what is called $10,000 worth of damage. She was apparently drunk, and it might be an Occupy-type statement thing. Or not.
Huffington Post: Carmen Tisch Charged With Criminal Mischief After Punching, Urinating Next To A $30 Million Clyfford Still Painting
Art Fag City: Woman Pees On, About, or Around Clyfford Still Painting
Quigley’s Cabinet: Soils Spoils

Speaking of Occupy, how about this? A Discussion on Facebook About “Occupy Museums”

The original statement made me squirm a little. The comments are pretty good. All I will say is that museums need money to stay open, that any curator worth her salt will privilege ideas over money in crafting exhibitions (I guess blockbuster shows are the antithesis of this idea, but see my first point), and yes, art prices are inflated, but museums generally take things off the market (which kind of kills them). Also, corporate sponsorship is certainly creepy (especially when it’s like, BP, wtf is going on there) but again, museums need money to stay open, and there is at least a kernel of real value in corporate interest in art? That is opening up a whole can of worms. I am ambivalent but the art world is so multifaceted…yes, I am an Art History person, but I’m an artist too, and the pith of it is this: anyone can make art, but artworks do not belong to everyone. Without going down the rabbit hole of Intellectual Property, ideas are for everyone. I’m about to get angry. Museums are for everyone. In conclusion, I refer everyone to the work of the Guerrilla Girls:

(You guys, there was space for one more name, what about Louise Bourgeois?)

Finally, more fodder for thought on corporate support of art and iconoclasm: More than $100M in art lost in 9/11 attacks

Realizing that I use the idea of performing certain activities (like shopping for pants) as conceptual art as a coping mechanism, I appreciate this: WTF is Performance Art? (Answer: not Gaga.)

WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN CYBORGS. I am glad that’s true…it resolves a lot of circular thinking for me. Thank you, Donna Haraway.

Enough of that. Look at this thing that Nick and I found in our hallway a couple years ago, which I was happy to see when I was back in VT:

We believed that it was made by a neighbor. This neighbor, whom we called Darkness, did not want to talk to us. He read tarot cards on the street.



(Why haven’t I been reading Art Fag City forever?)

PART I: Pretty Boring

I had a magical moment at PS1: I’ve been trying to remember Mark Lombardi’s name for 8 actual months, and lo, there hung his drawing, and it was so (the 9/11 show is pretty great I think). This magical moment was preceded by several other because George Kuchar fucking ruled (still rules from beyond xo).



Happy New Year, Earth people. I moved to Austin a year ago. I realized this on the plane in LA. I am home now.

What I consumed today, in order:

  1. A Vitamin Water
  2. Crazy LA Chinatown dim sum: tea, weird straw mushroom dumplings, creepy fishy seaweed salad, Chinese broccoli
  3. A ginger ale
  4. A Pacifico (hair o the dog that bit ya)
  5. A chocolate doughnut from Randy’s
  6. A coconut doughnut from Randy’s
  7. A plain doughnut from Randy’s

Here are some iPhone pictures from the last two weeks//my tour of gluttony + hugs:

Thank you for everything, buddies + family. Everyone agrees that 2012 is going to be terrific//batshit crazy.



So my sister is throwing this benefit for her sweet friend Tony who’s going through cancer treatment without insurance. I can’t be there, but I made the flyer as nice as I could.



If you’re in LA and like punk rock and hate cancer maybe you should go! EVENT





  • I missed my buddies so much//made some really wonderful new buddies//reconnected with old buddies//
  • I became an auntie to a beautiful niece
  • One time I was riding my bike on E. 5th and a kid on a BMX said, “Hey pretty girl on a bike”
  • I finally got my fucking priorities in order
  • I fell down a creepy flight of stairs and got the scariest most kick-ass bruise of my LIFE
  • I fully accepted Wikipedia into my heart
  • I got my prettiest tattoo and my dumbest tattoo
  • I had my dumbest job and my best job (thankfully still have the latter)
  • I made no fewer than three dream fantasies come true!!!
  • I made a calculator on the internet
  • I made some of my favorite things I’ve ever made

  • I don’t think I left Texas for more than 3 or 4 days at a time and now I’m about to leave for TWO WEEKS!

In summation, this was probably the weirdest year of my life romantically, but as far as having ideas I think it was my best year yet.



This is a list of the songs that I am pretty sure I listened to the most this year, in roughly chronological order.


Phantom Buffalo, “Golden Finish”
The Killing Joke, “In Excelsis”
Parlovr, “Pen to the Paper”
Sparks, “Falling in Love with Myself Again”
Ramones, “Needles and Pins”
Psychic TV, “White Nights”
Future Islands, “Beach Foam”
Dan Deacon, “Snookered”
Beach House, “Master of None”
Danzig, “How the Gods Kill” (may)
Fucked Up, “Royal Swan”
(Does 200 episodes of This American Life count?)
The Fucking Champs, “Extra Man”
Phantom Buffalo, “Frogman”
Skull Defekts, “Fragrant Nimbus”
Future Islands, “Before the Bridge”
JEFF the Brotherhood, “Diamond Way”
This Mortal Coil, “The Jeweler”
Butthole Surfers, “Negro Observer” and “Human Cannonball”
The Cows, “Shaking”
Wolves in the Throne Room, “Queen of the Borrowed Light”
Nobunny, “Chuck Berry Holiday”
King Tuff, “Just Strut”
Lost Boy ? “She is a Highlight”


Ok, that was fun.