Does it get any cuter than this little hand-painte…

There’s a certain kind of beauty in tragedy but it’s not something I want to behold for long.

Goddess-in-training, Gigi, weilding her feminine power. The concept of “feminine” is an interesting one to me. What we perceive as feminine, especially in American culture, is often some kind of boxed-in, pale, sliver of femininity. Pink or feminine somehow denotes weak and helpless to some. It’s like when men insult other men by calling them…

Violated I don’t know when it happened. I don’t know where, why or in what way. I only know that it did. I know that this memory is stuck in my body and is hurting me deeply. I am ready to remember and re-member. Just as I felt another big swell of nausea and tears…

On my birthday in April, I made a list of “39 things to do in my 39th year”. Here it is: Buy my own house with my own money. Travel to Paris. Sell some of my art. Take a photography class. Love my body. (I decided to leave this one open-ended – heh) Take a…