i use watercolor and pastels to create high vibrational auras and color explosions. i add cheeky sayings and provocative one-liner poems, challenging the notions of beauty and convention, spiritual and shadow, conjuring mixed dressing, high and low vibe, pretty and profane, all in one painting. the juxtaposition results in a pause. hopefully a laugh. maybe even provoking a little conversation. 9 x 12 on paper and 24 x 24 on wood.
hey is 4 horses who can’t spellfall off it’z okfork if you can’t spoongot lost in lalasend nudes of your soulturkey is the vodka of deli meatsdressing for my eventual divorceif i were a sound i’d be a kazoohalocinogenzspirity’allneon heart LED soul dirty toesstrum me like a balladpsychically slutty sorry notlove me like a profit
crate series
i use acrylic, watercolor and pastels on wood to create color explosions. after moving to austin, a dining table arrived in a giant crate that dominated my garage. i saw it as a chance to use an imperfect, roughed up canvas to create something beautiful. i add a phrase to invoke a mood, sometimes in opposition, sometimes in jest, sometimes to fuck some shit up. it reminds me of the graffiti of 1980’s new york city, when scribbles and scrabbles dominated the subway and every surface of a crumbling city. and yet, as a kid, all i saw was a city as living, breathing piece of art, an ever evolving museum, a feast for the eyes while getting mugged and dodging crack pipes. let the crate series be a respite from this dumpster fire of a world.
when you’re like oops i did it. let me do it again. 48 x 34when you are like welcome to the carnival that is my mind! and you’re like nope! j/k! 48x 32when the bullies think they can take your power but you know better. 48 x 34when you see the jesus of hollywood crossing fountain ave. 48 x 34when you run around south austin like a skittish pony ’cause your crush makes you feel like a topo chico. 48 x48when people post photos of the sunset over the pacific on insta– like, yeah i know. 48 x 48
color explosions series
like fireworks but with pastels and watercolors. swirls and circles invoke portals, a space to sink deep into, to lose yourself to transform. my sun and mercury are in the 8th house, the one of death, rebirth and renewal. my pluto is in the 12th house meaning i ponder the mysteries of life, death and higher consciousness. basically, i’m like madonna or new orleans, in constant state of transitioning from one period to another, always seeking doors to take me from one state to the next. it’s no wonder my intuition drives my hand to find what my soul searches for. 9 x 12 on paper and 24 x 24 on wood.
portals 1portals 2portals 3shroom facegrass stainlike vellumhow my dog makes me feelmalibu great orbs when ur a wildflower blooming in the strangest placeswhen you’re a mermaid in a human worldwhen you invent chakra fidget spinnerswhen pacific lights summon youwhen ur aura is californiawhen you get paranoid at the party but it’s still funwhen you’re super inspired by pizza ’cause you highwhen you’re super inspired by 80’s dad sweaterswhen you’re super inspired by the star tarot mugwhen you imagine standing beneath the aurora borealis when the pastels & the crystals & a hoagie hits just rightwhen you get inspired by EYESwhen you dream of ojaiwhen the skittles bowl shakes/ oh the magic of a 5.5 quakewhen your feminine energy comingles with his masculinewhen you somehow kinda conjure keith haring but he leaves ‘cause you basicmy roach motel mind12d aura cooling my mental chattermy brain on drugs any questionstruth is in the eye of the liarart is a lie only fools believelove song melodytwin flame combustionvenus in fire signs: unionvenus in fire signs: separation
