Demolition Exhibition & Material Ruin


Material Ruin.

Doctor upped my dose today…electric needles go away…ROOTS AND BLOOD ARE HERE TO STAY

I’ve been dividing my time between sleeping and wandering this week, when I’m not keeping appointments or delivering artworks to their respective destinations. The old man sitting in the stroller chair snarls as I go past to the post office “BITCH YOU OWE ME!”

If that’s true in any karmic sense (and I doubt it) it’s not for the reason he thinks.

On a friendlier note a teenage kid compliments my husband’s Murder Junkies shirt I’m wearing as we cross each other on the street. Once again scum rock transcends race and age borders and makes friends🙂

Anyway, I have works in this group show opening tomorrow night:




Last night I got overtaken by that YOU HAVE TO WORK ON SEVERAL DIFFERENT THINGS ALL NIGHT state. I have what I’ve been told in no uncertain terms is the unpopular, controversial, and dangerous opinion that I have to just ride these manias through and do what I exist for. It’s not good mental health hygiene except I’m so elated because I got all this done and except for the one in progress to begin with I had no plan I just made them on the fly!

It’s better than having threats yelled at you by disembodied voices.

Saturday night a very embodied guy in a leather jacket walks up to the taxi me and Eric were in waiting at a stoplight a snaps a picture with his cell phone. What? Who does he think he is? Who does he think WE are???

Kink & Draw


Just a sketch I did at Tuesday’s “Kink & Draw” (ya know, like “drink and draw”?) at Abby E’s new place Lucky’s on Ave. B. Sparing you my gesture or color/shadow quickies.

The crowd was low-key and seemed very earnest about drawing. One woman seemed curious if I attended many other local drink and draws, stressing the importance of constantly keeping up one’s practice and these events being a way of doing it “cheaply.”. (The draw part maybe…the drink part, not so much.)

There’s a whole backstory as to why I sort of distanced myself from life drawing sessions and salons, and I didn’t feel like explaining it to a stranger any more than I feel like writing it out on here. So I just said, “Well I do take a sketchbook and pens with me wherever I go.”

“Oh, so you’re an authentic artist then” she said.

Meanwhile, Eric came back from a lengthy conversation with someone he knew and asked what I wanted to drink.

After the event the night ended at the bar with a dreadlocked skater from South America, one of the other artists and quite young, trying to have sincere conversations with other participants about drawing techniques. Meanwhile an older Betty-banged blowhard with an English accent was glomming onto him with some line about needing an artist for her startup company with financial backersssszzzzzzzz…

“You should talk to her too” the young guy said a bit anxiously passing the card to me. “She’s also good…”

“I can send you a link to my work in the morning.” I said thinking of, I dunno, the way freelancers actually conduct business or something while the woman glowered at me.

“Well it’s just me and I don’t have a lot of money, so it’s not like I could pay you.” she said before resuming game on the 20-something.


Damn, that’s funny.



Saturday night’s show, Chris Iconicide’s Witch’s Night Out series. A showcase of female fronted acts. It’s a rainy three-day genocidal holiday weekend at a predominantly rock venue (one that’s always figured into whatever I was doing musically, somehow.) Reactions: three waxed-bearded and pressed-flanneled lumberjackoffs resumed talking amongst themselves once we quit simulating sexual acts on a VauxFlores Little Furry Oscillator . Other people compared us to no-wave, either particular bands or just…no-wave. Not only for our sound, I guess, but for the fact that we played to a room of  8 people, only about half of which actually got what we were trying to do and dug it. Which Eric tells me would have been par for the course for a no-wave show at the time.

And the thing is, I love it. Crossing genres, seeing different reactions. Confusing colonizers while reaching those with open ears.


Black MoonVignettes #3 – Death Couch

After party following the release of Steven Blush’s book on NYC Rock. Eric , along with a number of other musicians, ended up signing a number of copies alongside Steven at the gallery. In Eric’s case because of his affiliations with False Prophets and Missing Foundation.

The after party turns out to be in  a literally underground (as in basement) bar I recognize from a near death experience in the 90’s that involved prescription meds, alcohol, [redacted], and my out of control self-destructive tendencies. Only now, it’s 2016 and I’m revisiting the same room with Eric beside me and most of my impulses towards self destruction sublimated into other things.

“Eric” I whisper “This is a room I had a near death experience in. It was like swimming in black ether with these red and orange lights glowing off in the distance. That’s the couch I almost died on. I wanna fucking make out with you on that couch.”

We wound up leaving before long though.


Plus, check out this ad for the David Bowie coloring book Feral House put out, you can see my page at :09

Feral House Coloring Book I: DAVID BOWIE: Color the Starman from Feral House on Vimeo.