art

wordplay series.

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. all 9 x 12 on paper.

hey is 4 horses who can’t spell
fall off it’z ok
fork if you can’t spoon
got lost in lala
send nudes of your soul
the only difference between insane & genius is success
if darius from atlanta was my bff
turkey is the vodka of deli meats
dressing for my eventual divorce
if i were a sound i’d be a kazoo

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 34
when you are like welcome to the carnival that is my mind! and you’re like nope! j/k! 48x 32
when the bullies think they can take your power but you know better. 48 x 34
when you see the jesus of hollywood crossing fountain ave. 48 x 34
when you run around south austin like a skittish pony ’cause your crush makes you feel like a topo chico. 48 x48
when 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. all 9 x 12 on paper.

portals 1
portals 2
portals 3
shroom face
grass stain
like vellum
how my dog makes me feel
malibu
great orbs
when ur a wildflower blooming in the strangest places
when you’re a mermaid in a human world
when you invent chakra fidget spinners
when pacific lights summon you
when ur aura is california
when you get paranoid at the party but it’s still fun
when you’re super inspired by pizza ’cause you high
when you’re super inspired by 80’s dad sweaters
when you’re super inspired by the star tarot mug
when you imagine standing beneath the aurora borealis 
when the pastels & the crystals & a hoagie hits just right
when you go HAM at the art supply store
when you reconnect with a dude you lusted for at miami subs
when your ex won’t stop stalking you & you gotta let it out somehow
when you get inspired by EYES
when the black serpent of healing suffocates you into psychedelia
when you dream of ojai
when the skittles bowl shakes/ oh the magic of a 5.5 quake
when your feminine energy comingles with his masculine
when you’re blasted by pacific cum
when you somehow kinda conjure keith haring but he leaves ‘cause you basic