Stitching my poetry fragments onto vintage linens. Press, 2013. Hanging them on a little board I made next to my bed. French kno...

Confession: I'm worn out. Light box spine sketch. Dull to read. But it is true. And if I'm not honest with myself, what ...

I knew I wanted to do his for a long time. 2013. Mr. Bergstrom's note to Lisa Simpson has always meant so much to me. I've f...

Look around at your town, city or hamlet. Geer St. Beer Garden. For years, I just wanted to get out of mine. To live in some othe...

I need to stitch these two words for myself: Large & Messy. Getting messy with charcoal in my drawing class at the Durham Arts Coun...

You are a piece of the puzzle. Move. Shipping my pieces to the U.K. to join a large installation of pieces. I participated in the #im...

Winner of the fiercely competitive, glamorous and woefully under-publicized 2012 Olisa Corcoran Award for Outstanding Achievement in the Fi...

Boom, Redux, 2013. Ever the editor... I wasn't happy with the original Boom that I made for my squeeze for Xmas. It was the we...

The little things make me hugely happy. Little Ennui Girl, 2012. Like sending beautiful, precious Little M a postcard of my Little En...

LA-based artist Ellen Schinderman's latest series blows me away. For the folks who have a snapshot of my blog on their blog roles.  ...