I’d stopped really writing here for a while. I did it because someone who was formerly influential to me in my life, who is historically by far the most damaging and hurtful person I’ve ever experienced a relationship with, shamed and mocked me for it, and for my artwork, and basically said a lot of… Continue reading I’m over it now.
Tag: mom
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“Hurt people hurt people. That’s how pain patterns gets passed on, generation after generation after generation. Break the chain today. Meet anger with sympathy, contempt with compassion, cruelty with kindness. Greet grimaces with smiles. Forgive and forget about finding fault. Love is the weapon of the future.” — Yehuda Berg
IV: Random thoughts
Today is the first day I looked in the mirror, and recognized my mother. At Artful Touch. Wonder what that means. And my hair, I swear, has to be 50% thinner than it was when I was high school age. Not falling out, but the actual hair I think is thinner, and it breaks more… Continue reading IV: Random thoughts
<3 Mother Linda.
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Little old Lady in Pasadena
I hear periodically that I’m little, though I don’t feel little by any stretch, and I’m currently in Pasadena, and I’m so getting old, so.. there you go. I’ve been pretty busy since passing through Sacramento and heading to Vegas. Facebook is being updated periodically and I’m racking up the foursquare points, but as far… Continue reading Little old Lady in Pasadena
SEAF 2011
Thank you to Adam Harrison for shooting this image, and so much to everyone who attended the Seattle Erotic Art Festival and allowed me a window into themselves this weekend. I was ambiently performing both Friday and Saturday evenings on a pedestal. Some of the connections through that mask were absolutely amazing. So many people… Continue reading SEAF 2011
Four of my favorite words
“You blew my mind”. [singlepic id=2007 w=320 h=240 float=left]It’s most often difficult for me to accept that I have a fan base, and I think part of the reason I stay small is the fear surrounding embracing that and what kind of person that makes me. For me to think of myself as a person… Continue reading Four of my favorite words
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Suddenly realizing, while our new roommate plays our piano: One of the precious few, cherished childhood memories I have, is of my mothers piano practicing lofting through our house, and how I could tell if she was sad or happy by how and what she played.